Grass only greens
When its had enough
Water only takes victims when
The truth is not what is held
Toys don't hold pleasure as they used to
But the man who played
Trees never do find love
But the birds in them spur in the moments
Life never deemed so true
Til the clouds crowd over the sun
The mans who holds his wife
Doesn't know love til she's gone
Life will go on
Trees will grow tall
Birds will fly away
Love will die
But only time will tell for sure
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PoetryThey speak. I hear. I breath. He looks. They run. I look away. I turn back. They disappear. I wake up. They are gone. Them and he; are just shadows. -------- The Dreamer CopyRight MyTimeWasYesterday
