the fields of flowers where we used to play,
gets duller and duller with each passing day.
the sounds of smiled and the joy in the air,
are now nothing but nothing and the silence it shares
what once was a home for the brave and the bold,
leaves only the dirt and the memories of cold
alas it may be you are no longer with me,
but i stop to reflect on our past within the trees.
soon, i too, will be set free,
returning to the field of violets and lilies.
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rejected voices
Thơ caNot knowing how to cope with life, a young writer confides in her laptop to escape her horrid reality, and fill the void that lies deep within her soul. Encountering ennemies, meeting friends, and learning more about themselves each day as they atte...
