I sit alone here
with the grass, the wind, the insects around me.
No-one can see it,
but the calmness was stolen forever.
Though you can not see my tragedy
through the eyes of my defeat.
You must recognize my blood-shot eyes
and see i’m not complete,
though i try.
The spring is gone, but nothing came.
Warm sunrays burn me
and the wind tells truths of forthcomming sadness.
Cries break the silence,
but the magic was already broken.
In my empty heart there is a part
that will always stay the same.
There’s a memory of harmony
in a time that never came.
It’s a shame.
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