Fallen, Fallen

The winter’s come, the early-setting sun;
The dreams of summer lost, or left, or done –
The world has lurched – detritus and debris –
We’ve seen them fallen, fallen, one by one

The packs of memories in fours and fives:
The husbands, parents, friends, and foes, and wives –
The littered litany that’s left to sea,
The fallen, fallen who were once our lives

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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