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My dear old love,
Your love kept me,
Long alive and my leaves
Spring after Spring grew.
Winters I endured,
For you scent in Spring and Summer
By Wind brought to me.
No birds nor trees there are,
In my forest anymore
Wind comes here no more.
Men took the forest,
I started dying.
How sad I am,
I can't feel you anymore.
Fall is coming,
In that one is for me.
Your dear old love,
Too long I did not feel the Wind.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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