my sacred love, to you i served.
all the sacrifices i did
i don't regret a bit.
strings unattached
worthless were the three words.
it is a change of heart.
i see not even your shadow.
gather the stars to create spark in your eyes.
now my soul fly to an empty sky.
covered in disillusionment
i say it's time.
-farewell, my beloved
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The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
