Under the velvet sky glowing with the shadow of the moon, trickled with on and off star sparks, our feet in one rhythm traveled through time– of how we started, of how we loved, and eventually, of how we’ll end.
This night could have been a romantic one, if only goodbye will not be our closing line. But like how the night embraces the coming sun, it’s time to accept our ending has begun.
Scarlet leaves will dry
as winter ends autumn’s cry.
Heart will heal with time.
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In response to dVerse‘s Haibun Monday: The Shadow Knows by hayesspencer (Toni).