I’LL GO THEN


In the talcum powder scent

Of the lone pipers lament.

I can smell the winter rose

As the last winds of Autumn blow.

The time comes too soon.

I will go.

With no lament.

Only the scent of the rose

And the quiet wind that blows

Through the ashes of my soul.

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