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HER BROKEN VOW
It is evening time again,
A time when the depressed heart,
Seeks solace near silent seas.
How many of our dreams fade away:
It is all like old age,
When futility,
Looms over the gasping breath.
How I recall all those vows,
Promises that were meant to be,
The essence of trust and fidelity.
What that if only one had been kept,
Twilight would have been a different scene,
Altogether...
