Summer in the eyes of a man
Fading in my October winds
Where I send whispers
That I know die beyond my door.
Gentle anguish that plagues
And reaches with cold fingers
Into my stalling heart.
Can there be nothing beyond
The timid lips I sacrificed
To the grave of rosemary and ash?
Glorious is the body that rests
Frozen so far below.
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