FULFILMENT awaiting
No sudden loss due to candour
Strain the silhouette in the park
Amid falling leaves of amber
Winds of November crude and stark
Downcast eyes revamping sorrow
Pace the wounding paths of anguish
Temperance snuffs out tomorrow
Flames consuming now vanquish
Hence the teardrops with the chilling
Sunlit fertile radiant face
Life is lived for those still willing
In exchange for a vacant place
awaiting FULFILMENT!
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