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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