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How come the plains ended up being mountains
The burned trees bloomed once again
A rainbow trailed after the rain
Blood rushed within the veins
Darkness became a clear blue sky
I can see the change with my naked eye
I hope all of these are not lies
Or else all of these will die
What I see I hope its true
For me to know what to do
Words will not be enough
To fill a heart lacking of love
Whether its true or not
Don't you dare set me aside
From the past I already died
Please don't do it one more time
-Ethereal_Form
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PoezieWe express life by poetry. We live through words and by that we shall never die. -Ethereal|Form -Xyjhin_Gray -Roswell
