Trees are still green and deep we plough
Dreams were mad but clear we saw
Days we spent over here with all
I feel we are falling apart
I feel we are biding our past
There are some bricks we left unturned
There's a song we left unsung
I feel morrow will come
I feel we'll gather as one
Each one of us walk our path
Fighting the world with hammers in heart
I feel we'll leap up the deck
I feel we'll find our way back.
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MISSING
Poetryits the feeling when you know what's going be next but you are reluctant to take a step forward as you will miss past . we all have this similar ache when we move ahead in life leaving our loved ones behind promising we ll return soon.
