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[alarik]

like a soldier leaving a battlefield,
summer is slowly bowing its head
and walking away with a disheartening resolution.

burying his face in his hands
the battled and bloodied remember
memories of best friends past.

ghost and phantoms to dot the future.
and quitely he's whispering,
mouthing the words to details
that are fading as the seconds pass.

the looks of triumphs,
of despair,
of fear,
and of love,
to be written in stone;
immortalized in marble.

a warm wind still lingers
tenderly releiving his stride.
flickers of joy
in a time of rememberence.