I depart from hear my friend.
Taking your memories with me
Leaving back mine deep within you
The wind rushes to meet me
Its last goodbye are seen as it flutters around the green landscapes.
The red hues of the sky are like the bloodshot eyes of yours.
The senique senery is so still as if the time has come to stop.
The land that has given me so many memories, time has come for me to leave it.
The darkness coming is like the ending of a sweet chapter.
The glowing half moon is the happy ever after of this story.
The sweet and short story of me and you me dear friend.
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I Hope, I Wish
PoetrySometimes when it seems that all is dark remember after night there is always a dawn, no matter how long it takes it will always come. These are some thoughts that I get and sometimes my emotions. I really hope that I can forget the reality and liv...
