The cycle of goodbye
Cycle of seasons turn old to new
Summer warmth into winter chill
Like autumn leaves you changed your intentions
From jade to rust and auburn, left me like leaves.
I stand in solitude, in grief and pain
As a barren tree cold and alone
You bid adieu, no wand can undo that
There is no hope, leaves will not hug the branches.
My heart torn apart I must face the truth
Change is inevitable in life
Ember of hope sparkles my way
I wait for spring to make me whole again.
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