Love Emergeing...
...Cool Breeze Swarming.
Dividing Stench From Beauty...
...Wind Crawling In My Hair.
..Skin.
...Hair Raising Touch From My Heart
I Grasp The Tree And Blanket...
...Then Carve Our Date Of Site
First Kiss..
...Last Words
She Is Nothing But A Image Now..
..A Breeze
A Dream..
...A Figure Of Speech
I Sit Alone Under The Tree...
...Not A Said Or Sorrow Feeling
Just Knowing, Believing...
...She Can Not Be Gone
...She Is Right Here, Next To Me..
But I Feel No Warmth...
..I Always Sit Under That Same Tree..
Looking At Our Carvings..Hearts..Love
..But My Hatred Is Engraved..
..Engraved In The Trunk Of That Willow..
Because I Recieved No Goodbye..
But I Pray To Her Tonight...
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
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