By anonymous

476

Some Days retired
Somehow survived the night
Some keep going
Some rainbow
Some say at night,
such butterfly be seen
that fly there
too fragile for winter winds,
So much has gone from Earth
So the eyes sunder
winds jostle them,
I live without—
Split
lightly
be careful
Sweet hours
with secrets,
Taken from men
That I did always love,
we have ended, —