Far too long, the seasons changed Far too wide, nothing seems strange All too well, I know that tragedy But too much that it ruined me What is misfortune in the face of Death? What is life to someone short of breath? Far too long we have toiled the mud Far too wide, there's nothing we've found All too well, I see that we're wasted But too much to realize youth had lasted
We were younger back in the days When we thought of nothing but sunlight and rays Walking past sunlit trenches, bright and blue Wishing on wells for who knows who But what is it that we saw in each other Is it love? Pain? Emotions hidden deep under? Far too long, we have wished to be free Far too wide, we longed to have someone to see All too well, we knew it was all fantasy But too much, we dreamt for it to become reality
But we are flowers in spring Seasons change our colors and everything Times have changed, seasons did to I can see no good with what remained would do We searched everywhere in our hearts For our completion, we have found the parts Far too long, we have found nothing Far too wide, we have scoured until evening All too well, we knew that love is coming But too much to all be flowers in spring
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This poem is one of the unfinished ones that I declared finished because I have nothing left to say. I'm not surprised to realize that I don't know what this poem means and I am not going to bother and try.
You're very welcome and try, though. That's what the comment section is for.
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