My heavens grow grey above me
These hands bare no emerald fingers
My arms no longer bear fruitful labors of the past
This breath grows cool around me
Soon I will be naked for all to peer
To sleep I go for seasons to wait
Awaken in time by a warm morning’s glory
Alone and dying, suffocated by nature’s will
Wilted and broken, thirsting for life
Faded and crowded, lost in a blanket of identical faces
Disconnected and falling, caught in the cool winds of fate
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