My face slowly grows cold
I know I am old
Times I have been told
Slowy my eyes loose colour
My confidance
Was my only friend
Until
It deserted my presence
And enjoyed my absence
I am fading
I can see it
I always feel it
But there is nothing
I could do.
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Wounds of the Moon
PoésieIwish you days with sunrise and gentle breezes. I wish you smiles with no reason to be sad I wish you happiness which knows no end I wish you peace of mind even in my mind I wish you love that will never wilter like ours has I am here for you, alway...
