Capítulo 259: Sorrows Well.
Calm yet i morn without a sound,
Listening in silent tears
To chestnut pattering to the ground
In hush of pain, in tranquil air,
No whispers stir, no sounds declare.
A grief serene, in silence deep,
As nature's secrets softly keep.
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In hushed tones, the chestnut's fall,
A symphony of silence, all.
My tears descend, a gentle rain,
As nature's secrets softly wane.
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Through autumn's leaves, a palette fades,
In tranquil air, where grief pervades.
No whispers stir, no sounds declare,
A hush profound, a silent prayer.
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The world around, in slumber's sway,
A symphony of peace today.
My tears fall, in tranquil grace,
A balm for heart that seek embrace.
Time still flows and rivers run
Seasons go and seasons come
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Tears of rain still fresh on ground
Leafs of pain, but time moves on
Clouds of despair, low, above my head
Calm exseptanc future tells
Of the sun's return over sorrows well.
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