Stone language

I look to the sky,
and see black wings
bounding their last bound.
The summer breezes
forget to sigh, morose
in their wrapped flames.
As the long night
of chants begin,
I can here a few muffled
sounds of lovers coupling.
A new life, way beyond
a passion confessed.
No longer forcing
all nature to submit.

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