Moving on

 

Room vibrates

with absence

 

rings timbre

of without.

 

I packed & taped

the wind of change

 

wrapped it round

an empty space

 

the next phase.

 

Outside the season

weeps;

 

a path of golden

leaves,

 

leads onward.

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