Bone Deep
There’s no solace for me
In flower or tree
The late autumn wilderness shivers and dies
How can it be
So lonely, empty
When under the year’s most sapphire blue skies?
The sun is so bright
And such a warm sight
Yet I feel shivers, cold deep in my bone
The birds flock in flight
Yet nothing seems right
For everything’s dying and I am alone
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