trees are dying
leaves are falling
color is fading
life slips away
matching the sky
black and gray
clouds moving fast
never to stop
rain washs away the hopes and dreams
new ones form but,
the rain has to come again
drawing my dreams and,
my non-exsistance friends, and talents
waters of the rivers flow down,
cariing with it the things i actually believe in
the land is bare
a vast desret
one thing here and there
shooting stars leave trails of
old suicid letters
stating lifeless hopes and statments
in just one second hope the
sky and everything around
turns gray and blurry

 
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