Aching
For the life I lived astern
Faithfully, leaves me, null and void

The allure of the nurturing past
Is dying, in these mortified eyes
As I mull, over mountains deferred

For the life and land
That cries out for me
From the guilt-laden shroud of night

It haunts me, at the blaze of dawn
Slipping out of my reach
For a greater good, I can hardly perceive

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