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Leaving

The night sky is still there, still clear and untouched

Long ago the ground under these stars wasn’t stiff,

Long ago we preferred the sunny morning.

 

As the day shortens, as the hope slowly leaves,

There are more people to bring more emptiness,

There are fewer chances, fewer living dreams.

 

When the leaves are falling, when the day is last,

Along the road wonder the abandoned thoughts,

Along the river flow the tears of memories.

 

Now remains the only one, now is no more.

Veiled dawn of the forsaken but still breathing,

Veiled beauty of all that leaves and is no more.