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End of Seasons
In the last summer month I've missed your voice.
That heavenly hymn which kept me grounded.
The rain which falls as the climate evolves
echoes where that song used to play.
The pitter patter calms me but it's still not as soothing
as the tone of your lilting melody,
which used to carry on the breeze.
Now it's just generic whispers
and I'm no longer special to you.
© Eli Tudor
That heavenly hymn which kept me grounded.
The rain which falls as the climate evolves
echoes where that song used to play.
The pitter patter calms me but it's still not as soothing
as the tone of your lilting melody,
which used to carry on the breeze.
Now it's just generic whispers
and I'm no longer special to you.
© Eli Tudor
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