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Autumn's glory

And indeed, 

the seasons will shift once again,

Yet,

that one autumn leaf, 

will hold onto the branch,

with all its might,

Awaiting the breeze,

to carry it away.

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Quiet Now

You sit there rocking,
no more people talking,
drifting with the wind across the grain.
It’s peaceful like you planned it.
No one make’s demands it’s
quiet now and every day’s the same.

It’s a shame
that something pure and free,
became a ball and chain tied to misery.
Like an island separate from the land,
the waters made you miss the life you planned.

So you sit there rocking,
the...

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Alone

I wish it would have been a war

that was the explanation for

the reason you are not around,

the reason I don’t hear the sound

of your voice anymore.

No, I don’t hear it anymore.

 

And I wish it were all a dream

although a bad one it would seem,

cuz then at least I’d have the chance

to open up my eyes and glance

upon your face, but I don’t see it.

No, not anymo...

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alone

when all your life just seems to way you down
when you dont know where to go 

when the darkness threatens to over come 

remeber you are not alone

 

when you feel as if this horror shall never end

when the sun is blocked out by sadness

when all you see is a never ending road

remeber you are not alone

 

when your friends are there 

but you cannot hear them

when laug...

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Being alone

The Faol's Tale of Forsaken Love

Leader of his own pack,

A high slope, only to his lonesome self,

Lost connection toward the skys tired eyes,

Ears tucked in deepening sulk.

 

He'd given up on prey's prayful ease,

Wrapped in dolefuls constructed salute,

As if every pelt surrounded him in scorn,

Soon forgotten travail, a yelp inflicted his oiled mood.

 

Cascading into his perception, he had seen a limb...

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