Monday, October 4, 2021

Autumn Ombre

Autumn ombre, shifting sail
As Astraea's ponytail
Last of the immortals here
Lingering in human tears
Leaving Earth for Libra skies
Left us wishing, wondering why
Watching woe and wartime wage
She's gone with her Golden Age
Should we choose to turn a page
She will free us from our cage

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