As I leave my friends behind, eye turn and wave goodbye as I reach this new conclusion, heart beats will slowly die and with this loss of feeling, memory lights will dim as I have seen this story, the telling of, quite grim not all endings happy, not all tears do dry, for we are but glimmer of a reason why, but when the morning come of light, and we do see the this day, we know this was but a dream, from a past gone day
Posted on: Thu, 06 Mar 2014 15:53:43 +0000
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