Leave Behind


Do the winters know your name

Do they whisper to the trees

Do you hear it echo through

Night's sharp winds, cold morning breeze


Does the nightfall remember

Your voice fading in release

Do the raindrops long for you

That moment before they freeze


Do the roads, so lone, still call

When they have no one to greet

Do they wish to feel again

Soothing traces of your feet


Do I long for you, like then

Am I lost.. Or I await..

Do I write 'bout our past, just

To hear it reverberate


Of all in this world I've seen

Love must be the strangest thing

'cause, you know, if you asked me

I'd leave behind everything...



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  • Cheeky Missy

    Wowers! You forever have this way of taking the soul in hand to send us flying either into the ether or plummeting below, yet with such a winsomely tender touch one can't help but half swoon. Me loves. Thanks for sharing, you!

    • NB

      Oh wow, thanks so much for that.. Means a lot 🙂

    • Alex Arnot

      Profound as always Nebojsa! I've got to get back to it myself and this helps to get into the mood!

      • NB

        Thanks so much, man 🙂

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