Passed the days and nights
When the flowers start to die
There you are
Who are you? Why am I?
To be found and to be healed
By you, always
Gone in silence and secrecy
Leave behind happiness with misery
Until I meet you, again
With love,
Her.
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PoetryMood : Can i play with you? Swing : Sure. Me : Why just play when we can have a party? Mood : * looking at swing * Swing : * looking at mood * Both : Yes!! Me : 😈
