I hear it on the wind. A whisper? A name?
Growing closer all the same...
It sends a chill. A memory?
A longing in the heart of me?
For the past? The future? Perhaps the now?
A momentary, solemn vow...
One lone step ere certain decay...
Strangely beautiful falling away...
All the while dying whilst living still...
Certainly, quite the bitter pill...
Yet here we find such meaning and worth...
Fierce and fragile, sprinkled with mirth...
Lo! how bittersweet this sorrow...
For all our days and for tomorrow...
Granting perspective to understand...
O! the fleeting nature of Man...
All at once, here and gone...
And never as certain as the Dawn...
But ever in a state...
Of Autumn.
Namárië,
Lamar
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