A Farewell to a bosom friend (winter) ~
As crepuscular light grows deep
Shading the dominating rays of sun,
There is a crescendo heard within me—
An unusual voice speaking within
Lamenting the departure of the day;
And when stars and moon dance in the sky
Emerging from the heart of dusk,
I sense a parting of someone--
A bosom friend bids farewell.
Or rather like a soul that was attached
To me for yonks,
Seems embracing me to part away.
Shading the dominating rays of sun,
There is a crescendo heard within me—
An unusual voice speaking within
Lamenting the departure of the day;
And when stars and moon dance in the sky
Emerging from the heart of dusk,
I sense a parting of someone--
A bosom friend bids farewell.
Or rather like a soul that was attached
To me for yonks,
Seems embracing me to part away.
Time hurries like a busy youth,
And as the arms tick in its fashion,
One by one
In turn
In line
And in order
One season dies
To give birth to another.
And as the arms tick in its fashion,
One by one
In turn
In line
And in order
One season dies
To give birth to another.
Winter is fading its beauty,
And spring is everywhere—
On the green hues of trees
On the waking twigs and branches
On the budding flowers
And everywhere!
And spring is everywhere—
On the green hues of trees
On the waking twigs and branches
On the budding flowers
And everywhere!
Winter is dying gradually.
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