He grows indifferent

He grows indifferent in his own season
Where the solstice of his thoughts separate

Leaving behind a malady, where the wind blows
Imposing solitude on its rhyme and reason.

He is in the mildew of himself lost in the memory,
Turning cold and silent to where the inner waters flow

Leaving him retreated among the vanquished
Without existence, a shapeless breathing penury.

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