• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 09
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The Return

Away in the distance,
I see a tall handsome figure,
Standing against the smocking heat.

Your face is hidden behind the shadows,
Painted by the fading sun.

The golden fields,
Rich and plenty,
Spread over the land
Like bitter marmalade and peach jam.

The soft breeze dances around the fields
Of corn and wheat,
Then play with your thin black hair.

The sky is warm and vast.
It burns like an open fire,
Gently and fast…

When the sun finally dives
Into the coming night,
I loose you again,
Against the sudden growing darkness.

I never had the chance to say