Far away and out of sight
flocks of birds have flown south
away from this cold, this empty space left behind
at summer's ending
and i stand still, no longer flying...
or migrating towards the sun
nor burning my wings to rise again
just standing still and watching
life as it spends itself...
it s not goodbye...it s not remembering
a season that was ours and that is changing
a kiss, a breath, a smell and that silent look in your eyes,
this morning is none of that...
it is just my morning here alone
at summer's ending
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