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like the willow trees that
seep into the eternal breeze
lost, but not incomplete
blind yet not dead to see
the beauty that once came
with the idyllic mention
of your name
now slowly fades like the
long lost days of loving
and praising the beauty
you obtained
i sit and watched the sunrise
dreading the time
we had to say goodbye
i feel it tearing me apart
like the broken remains
of the people we became
next to the willow tree
i see you and me
playing make believe
over things that cannot
be seen,
and it all seems but a dream.
next to the willow tree
i'll be waiting for the moments
we left behind
and for the moments that
never died
but this my love
is my final and last
goodbye
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CZYTASZ
Ode To Thoughts ✓
PoezjaA book of thoughts. "We are the authors of our life. Although we can't always change what's happening around us, we'll always be able to change what we are in control of; where we are headed, who we become, and how we react to the circumstances tha...
