When All Words Are Spent

The world stirs
As titans drift away
Buzzing with teary farewells
Well wishes
As they depart for the ages

For the words shed
Within their time
Spent with great care
Diligently, brimmed with meaning

We strain and implore
For a valiant return
A recovery of the passions
We’ve adored for so long

We strain and implore
But it must come to pass
To which we flock
For the care of remembrance

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loftydreams101's

Keeping the world immersed in stanza.