Thought into what he turned gray
It’s increasingly deep valley between us.
Trees are leafless and body
A sharp wind in the palm charm it to us.
The clouds darken and a tear-apart
In our face burdened fog.
Glimmer of flocks of butterflies and copper
In our frozen souls upright.
The thick frost hurries moment
In autumn both on-put on us 
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