Postscript
I sought the road of life and love
in the springtime of my youth,
where seasons full of summers held
the mysteries of truth.
A sorjourn started from the soul
with a letter from the heart,
a saga sometimes very sweet
and sometimes very tart.
I turned my gaze up to the hills
where autumn skies fell gray
and fought the drifts of fallen snow
on a freezing winter's day.
My body bent against the wind
in the dusk and fading light,
I left this postscript for the dawn,
disappearing in the night.
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