Going Away
by
Win Rainer
I shall go, but shall not leave
Time is short and there is no reprieve
On silver wings I’ll fly
But I shall not be there
I will be across the cowslip meadows
I will wonder where
The dawn is fresh
The smell of blossom fills the air
The sun will rise
And bathe the countryside with light
Then I will arrive
Everything will be right.
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