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The time has come to bury

the black withering roses

For the love has died out

and the feelings are on the wane



You were like lithium

To my frozen mind

An ease to the pain

Life’s quick escape



I’ve wandered in illusive fields

Homeland to those who are lost

Dreams forming visions for me

Never would I be able to grasp them



The voices are slowly fading out

A peaceful silence starts to bloom

No longer is your presence needed

I’ve found the path to walk on



A part of my history you remain

A page to remind me of joy

Now blank pages need to be filled

What does the future hold?