Autumnal tree

And here I stand

On the autumnal wind,

Drinking a cup of black honey

In the solitude of the voices,

For my time to go will come, 

Above the falling clouds I'll belong

And my sound will crack

The very earth under my roots

To reborn in my wood again

Under my new past future. 

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