Sojourn




I bid my byes and closed my eyes 
knowing my time is nigh.
I set sail to the lands beyond
  Abandoning all to morbid cold.
When Winter comes so ends my sojourn.
Me  Autumn, I die, again, waiting to be reborn.

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