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The Eldest of the Seasons
if life is but a dream for the dead
may you visit us during autumn, the eldest of the seasons
letting your fragile bones be exposed to the crisp air of october
letting your fingertips run over the bars of the cemetery gates
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The Way of the Sky
Subtle changes, sudden rages, this is the way of the sky.
It wakes from its sleep to viciously reap the limbs that are no longer strong;
at other times it seems content to collapse upon the earth and cry.