It's hard for him to say; Adios!
He just can't; say goodbye, to you,
To them; yet, to leave,
Is to let over the table; stories,
Like the hot vapor, coming out from,
To stay; wild-call, wild-wind; he wants,
To run, he wants, to stop all at once,
Let him; to spare all his desires
To whom; may never, bring or take,
The sea from view, swinging leaves,
Beyond, his eyes-mind-horizon,
He can stay,
But, he cannot leave; if not, for path,
To make his own...Bye-moonstone!
By: Juli Monat
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