By Athena Stairs, December 2, 2025
Every time I pass your way
I think about what you might say
The leaves near gone as turning gray
Fall marking time of every day
Of longing to behold your face
Though memory clings permanent
My dear if you would grant us grace
Our love would light the firmament
—
Elden tones.
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