lifeless they fall apart... golden as our
precious art... my love sinks into a thick
grey veil of mist.
trees... leafless trees... the epitaph of
the sun. what once was green presents now
grey and trist.
a gloomy grave... a foreseen death...
a symbol for our pain... drowned in a
flood of autumn rain.
silhouettes of light astray somewhere
in the clouds. ravens traverse, involving
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