Mario Marcou

Lancashire
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False hope

The sun belongs to someone else now.
Where did all my seasons glow
Perhaps by sand or did the water flow.
Did the leaf fly away
Did the snow find it's way.
A heart too diverse to invest
Mind unable to digest.
Still waters run deep
Emotions always to keep.
Questions never asked brushed away by the past.
The moon came calling
Didn't realize that I was failing
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