at world’s end

when the wind-weathered willow bows its last laboured breath

and the lake laps the pebbled shore in one final flurried death;

as the moon in pearly dander glances earthbound in its end

and bids a fond farewell to its close and constant friend;

when the morning turns to evening in its cycle’s glad extent;

as the reader’s eager mind sees – ‘ah! so that is what they meant!’;

when all we know of life and breath draws out in waves of sand,

will you still be with me to stand by and hold my hand?



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