i count my days by who is lost-
those lovely folk who are not here with us
today i found the image of a friend
who will not be here again
and those on lip of leaving
getting silent as the grave
dark nights are made for grieving
to the seasons we are slaves
i have neither mind nor power
to change what rules over
our tiny ant Imperial Empires
laughable from Space
we are so small(hardly count at all)
yet Festivals remind us-we are seasons...
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