What would you do if I turned out the light

Gave the shadows to the room?

We're all creatures here and I'm curious

How the shapes change

When I quickly lean into edges I've fallen into

August, ease on into darkness

Where do you go when you leave this tiny town

[???]

I have a crossed a mountain pass beside you now

Throw my arms into an autumn [??]

I do no turn away from this easily

August, will you remember me?

How could I stay? The sun slips away too fast

And crosses [??] on a wild ?

The northern pines pеrsist to call my name

I will not return unto the north thе same

I swear on the dirt, the rest of my days

I will not forget the valley for which the darkness came