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The agony of his soul hasn't perished,
He had to let go of his daughter's hands,
As he walked her down the aisle.
She was moving forward,
Her hazel eyes glimmering with hope,
He was falling backwards,
Knowing he wasn't her hero anymore.
He was now one of those old sorrowful leaves,
Betrayed and replaced in Fall,
Forgotten,wrinkled and weak.
Lying in the cold concrete pathway,
Looking up,
Watching new ones bloom in those places they once used to rule.
The wedding was beautiful but
THE SPRING WAS OVER.
