I sit here,
On ground made of memories,
Staring into the sky,
Clouds of my many dreams.
I feel the wind blow,
As it whispers throughout the tree's,
Like someone is talking to me,
Whispering secrets from beyond.
Magical flowers bloom,
They are gentle and fragile,
Revealing my easily broken heart.
The sun shines bright as ever,
And that is you, my love.

The clouds turn grey,
Revealing the pain,
Rain comes down,
Mixing with tears.
The wind through the trees,
Now turns into a scream,
A scream for help.
The flowers are dying,
Drooping and brown,
Showing the pain, the hurt.
The sun disappears,
But you will never leave me,
For you are by my side.

Within everything,
There is good and bad,
But don't forget any of it,
Not the pain or the fun,
All the memories and dreams,
For this.... is life.
 
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