Wilting willows whispered by our withering whimpers
Whilst the sun dipped its head and lost its glow;
Our fading voices gushing by with its youth of our
Memories no more - their voices ending their mellow music. Let them
Mumble their last mourn of mystery and lay
Their mark upon moonlight, mourning o'er the
Last sun our skin basks upon, but let their resonance
Sound one last time, unto the ashen hearts of us no more.
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ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ
PoetryLife and Death; Joy and Sorrow. They're just two wings to the same body.
