You have been, and will be,
"Congratulations",
con-graduation,
somehow, they sound the same,
even more so in a quivering speech.
Parting like funeral pyres,
in some glory glazed in green.
In the underside of a beast known
as a valley, so you sing
as farewell.
Wear it like an armor, I'm sure,
a blanket of comfort in trying times.
For all that you have given
I hope that love finds you;
that you get by.
I don't know why it kills me,
or why it feels this way.
I don't know you, you don't know me;
it's just the pain that comes along when
you watch a dream die.
Dedicated to Ceres Fauna,
- All the best.
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Author:
Nicholas Browning (
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Comments2
Good write N.
To be daft - I didn't know that we don't know each other! lol. Note to self: Do shut up Orchi. heehee.
Thanks O. We know each other too well for these sorts of jokes lol (but they're still appreciated)
They're probably very old and corny jokes. lol.
BRAVO
Hey Tony, thanks! I appreciate it.
You're welcome
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