In the grey chiffon mist and drizzling rain
I see you standing silent
embracing death
never turning your face
to the sunlight or me
In the orange ribbons of street light shadows
I see you standing silent
embracing darkness
never showing your face
to the morning or me
In the pearl crescent of the ancient moon
I see you walking away
embracing night
never stooping to look back
to say goodbye to me.
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