after spalsh of rains,
in the arid shore
the blithe of separation,
reckons.
clouds here shed,
to the skies of brazen singularity
as withering ashes,
settle, pours, settle.
all's clear and doomed,
in the lands of acquired chill
the rustling ends to rubble
morphed to a new season
contouring footsteps fade,
arrested by its seemless form
closer as it gets,
farther in assumption
glanicing at the zenith,
chiselled by the harsh wind
she turns his back to the sea,
and sings a farewell song
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