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Sonnet #8-Farewell

October’s chill is in the autumn air,
     the time of year we question fragile love,
     while sitting under starry skies above
and vaguely verbalize how much we care.
Our hearts are no less filled with fiery flare,
     yet melancholy shows its flightless dove.
     A pain beyond our bliss now stands above
and readies love to meet its deep despair.

This was a ruse, unkind, as in the past,
     a masochistic tale we’re forced to tell.
While two thirds of the year flew swiftly fast,
     we face one third, a lonely living hell.
Until March, when, again, we’ll meet at last,
     reality demands we bid farewell.

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