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At last

At last the clock has turned, at last the warmth is fading

Among the woods of my neighbourhood, I stand to shed my leaves

Like moments drowned in wine, smoking away the past.



Me, my friend and a heart I love all will quench my thirst

Not to let me grow bold and brave but to water my nostalgia

But I am lost, in the search for warmth, in the search for smile.



Too many desires I have fulfilled, too many lives I have lived

Today this hour I wish for one hour more of my favorite emotions

One hour more of the time we smiled, of the time we grieved.



My soul, my fellows, the men I owe I here to admire me one last time

On my road to freedom, of the heat, the rain and the cold, I would dream

That one night, by the roadside, I am relishing with them the words I lost.



And the day next I will wait for the spring like an angel wearing green

Infant twigs will sooth my heart, remind me the autumn cold and blue

But the road ahead is too long to sit and talk, too short for a silent walk.

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  • Antebellum
    June 4
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    "But the road ahead is too long to sit and talk, too short for a silent walk."
    Beautiful ending.
    stunning write.


  • Dixie Dawn gold member
    June 3
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    This is WONDERFUL! I love the title, you pulled me in and when I got here I was so captivated! I love the "water my nostalgia"! all the metaphors and imagery are just wonderful. Superb Write!