The bifurcation of my being
Melancholic and in the dawning,
Of this autumn Eldritch life
Surround by trees and forest,
Where I dwell in solitude
Among the mist and webs,
That hang on bushes and trees
Like precious decorations,
Sparkling dewy for all to see
As my footsteps crunch,
On the frozen white ground
Under a chiaroscuro sky,
With the early morning sun
Breaking through bring life,
Back to nature and to my eyes
Knowing there is no reprise,
Of the summer just gone
But now I am just tuned in,
To the autumn winter songs
Among the verdant throng.
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