After…

After the Thunder
Rising Sol of what once was
From high places
Confined in the ides of March
A melancholy spirit
Within this small room
Escaping
Head held high
He escapes the weight of darkness
Tears; tears from the eyes so cold
Autumn leaves, they return again.

VMV August 30 2013

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