The Oceania Tenor - The Passing Days

Autumn leaves passed me by
Drawn in neon hues, too harsh for their kind
Winter wreaths passed me by
Solstice of parity, softer of its kind

Love stands for comfort
My sister's puns that ring in ear
And brothers tusslin' o'er somethin'
Where else to go but home?

Departing streaks in my eyes
Their voices distancing

The passing days softly fell
Their moments drift in frailty

Written by:
Nathan Mah

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