as with each season's turn of leaf

and darkness fell silent that night
one man’s freedom, another’s fight
such disbelief and questions rife
yet, even in death, there is life

distorted shadows ebb and flow
shrouding all as I let you go,
but out of the depths that I mourn
a renewed sense of hope is born

as with each season’s turn of leaf
hands of time will encircle grief,
under rainbows of hopeful hue
I will whisper a goodbye to you.

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