EDIM 12 - Graduation Improv

gentle yellow casts a soft coat over all
the scent of blue and green wisping up from the ground
light breezes flirting with hair, tickling uncovered skin
changing terrain jostling one out of reverie, beguiling another into carefree skips

pretenses change, deceptions as the same
some move on as others remain
this year it's different, you have been moved
like icebergs or molten rock, inexorably dragged on

the music of hearts is only little heard
still carefully preserved by few who deserve
those listeners, those singers, those dancers, those healers
a different dirge in each and all

the sadness the happiness, understood a little bit better each year
as the day sharply in contrast ends, perspectives in bend
the yellow coat shifting to orange with breezes quickening steps
many disappear, more come to light, and one, just one

remains. always.

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