Across the wasted landscape bare
There is a dry dark falling:
The last cloud burnt up with the sun
And no more birds are calling
With joy, or even sadness, for
Some mate or friends who’ve died:
The world is fading everywhere
And so am I
Inside
= = = = =
(..)
Very powerful. Kudos! ~Dennis
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We’re all still here, even the chipmunk sunning himself below my window.