The night has come like a fallen goodness
Into flickering shadows glowing on
Through a dark that carries what is now gone
To the terrain of times own process
The flowers were taken in bouquets pale
To fill in the moments of driven day
In the heart of significance war's play
Like the footsteps on going to their lost trail
Every like flow of a burning cry
To stillness liberated understanding
Greeting the farewells and asking why
What it is worth these causes commanding
Now fallen like flowers to autumn´s age
Without further reverie in laden stage
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