Monday, August 26, 2019

Meanwhile

While you were gone
I took sometime to cry
And I painted in the clouds
The memories from my heart
I wait and the winter came and left...and I cried some more
The flowers bloomed and trees got green...and you were still gone
Summer came and left
And a new autum is almost here
Meanwhile, I finished crying.
No need to apologize.




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