A Thousand Whispered Goodbyes
Gone are the stars,
the summer airs
of June
and July,
for August
he waits,
September beckons,
time wanders,
aimlessly,
holding
the lantern moon,
searching for answers,
hidden in
the trembling forests
and in
a thousand
whispered
goodbyes.
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