Away I must-
the day hastens, light is falling-
and heralds all my tomorrows-
ride its wave I ought-
hale and whole over dale and grove-
meadows hold memories that turn at last-
the tide is the road I cannot tell- the fiery mount slopes I must tread
we’ve come so far-
that to bid farewell wears my heartstrings thin-
fond memories of you I wear – my most cherished skin.
Goodbye
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