Blue · White

Departure

What can we say about departure?
The falling leaves on autumn ground,
Like butterflies on winter’s call,
They vanish swiftly, free of sound.

What can we say? The heart grows heavy,
While sun keeps shining in our eyes.
A greater hand shall cover softly
Our tired bodies by green land.

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