In the Tail End
I bathed in the mortal rain
Of your twilight
Basked in your parting beam
Rinsed I now this happy visage
away from your
saddest passing.
Condolence to the friendship of your sky
with all my unfit fowls that fly
In the longing feather
of their wings,
they would surely miss the softest
hug of your winds.
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