A Fairwell

 

At Sunset

I was alight and I was alive.
Though the light wasn’t mine
And the life was borrowed.

At the night of this caring storm
They will rest with their owner
While I will return to dust.

Share my joy then,
As it is dust alone
They are all
Made of.

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