You beat in my heart
like an echo in a well:
endless and haunting.
My walls are shifted by
memories reverberating.
The bell rings loud above-
as cold winds of the north turn back
and hot southern winds advance.
This time when I leave
I promise to be gentle.
This time when I leave
I will look back.
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| Sunset at Cobb's Hill |
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