You took my dreams;
The swallows of my autumn years,
and banished them without a care.
You defiled and destroyed their virgin flight,
ones that remained have migrated to the winter sun.
So hopeful and fresh in the youth of their summer state.
But summer soon passed, and I did not see it happen.
The leaves of youth have fallen and…
the sorrow of winter tears cover them in frost.
I still hear their distant cries,
and the smell of their season.
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