Rain trickles
Often like tears
Of which shatter and harden
While I remain here
Wind blows
Like thoughts full of dread
Of which this place reminds me
Is all in my head
Birds chirp
Like voices from the past
Of which remain silent
While I breath my last
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Author:
Vexoul (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 17th, 2022 19:32
- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments1
well written, thanks for sharing
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