The Other Side
Oh greener grass, here I behold.
To mention more then dark,
My thoughts and dreams you stole,
Where would I make my mark.
Ever shall you be to Ponder,
Without failed truths to saunter.
Be forever long with health,
As water drips upon my shelf,
To surely, slowly haunt her.
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Amazing work here!loved it
Awesome write
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