When it's gone
It's gone
It isn't coming back.
When it's left
It's left
It still isn't coming back.
But when new things arrive
They bring brightness to the skies,
And light up our darkened nights.
When new things arrive
We can be happy again.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis collection of poems is trying to reach 100! I usually write in free verse (Without or with only a few rhymes) Xox
