Off in the far clouds

In autumn grasses
the world’s restless
ways remain unseen.
The streets and the
fields all look withered.
But I have made a pledge
to stay beside my love.
For all my ages to come.
Where else could I find
a place to glimpse the moon.
Whilst tasting such sweet lips,
as light from the sun.

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