in autumn once

Felt, seen.

felt, in autumn, once —
seen beside the barren hill,
your freedom – and mine –

the wind that cool blew your scent?
it is never coming back

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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