Better times

Fabrication fights the day
One caught within their tall depleted
Be thought not to cast aside
The feelings brought by one’s desire
In all one says one sees the light
That senses life once soul has flown
And all that’s left is cast aside
To burn in embers raising fire
Ask not what was or what may be
The swallow sought – the willow waning
Borne of many, one – stillness breaking
Chill winds fall to festive – feigning
They leave a breeze that sends love flying
To better times – escape denying

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