There is no going back to the beginning,
to the first note you started singing,
that first melody you were stringing,
to the first song you started bringing.
The travelling, parties, and all that fun.
Many times you took their number one,
you created melodies so freshly spun.
Now you've faded and your voice is done.
Like the others before you.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: August 6th, 2025 04:52
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A powerful poem of relationships. There is not going back to the beginning. The do fade with time. A rather sad poem but well said
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