Once upon a time, dear
This day, every year
Made me bathe in tear-
As it came so near.
At a pretty little past
Although it'd be the last,
For things fade so fast
't was day of my heart.
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Peter Perkins loved tasty pumpkin, in pies, in puddings and etcetera;
Which filled their house with tempting smells, so said his wife, Elena.
Beloved Elena was a splendid cook, to which fond Peter could attest,
With hand over his crimson heart, like rouge sun dyeing in the west.
The Perkins had a bouncy pet rabbit; and they called him 'Scamper,'
Like pretty, fall leaves forever flying, in hues red, purple and amber.
Frigid days had turned fragrant, and the friendly friends came calling,
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There are people I miss,
I cannot find any more...
The ones I miss are happier,
Happier in a merrier place...
They say time heals everything,
I have felt time does not heal anything.
It only washes away the remnants of ache...
The places we once traversed,
......
Here I am
Living with my heart
that has been beating
in a never-ending way,
Resonating to the
lyrics of wind
blowing among the trees
that chat so silently
in forests distant, unknown.
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Never a night passed,
Without her photograph.
It stayed idle, lifeless,
Speaking every word
I wish to hear from her.
Sometimes, I bring her
Closer to my lips,
Trying to comb her hair,
To kiss her forehead,
To hush into her ears,
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Peter Perkins loved tasty pumpkin, in pies, in puddings and etcetera;
Which filled their house with tempting smells, so said his wife, Elena.
Beloved Elena was a splendid cook, to which fond Peter could attest,
With hand over his crimson heart, like rouge sun dyeing in the west.
The Perkins had a bouncy pet rabbit; and they called him 'Scamper,'
Like pretty, fall leaves forever flying, in hues red, purple and amber.
Frigid days had turned fragrant, and the friendly friends came calling,
......
The separation between land and sky,
Waves and clouds,
Mountains and wind,
trees and birds.
The horizon can never be reached,
A separation that will never be grasped.
What is seen is what is known,
The question’s beyond the line.
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It was so easy to just drift away,
and wander a little further each day.
For as I began to grow much older
love started to grow a little colder.
It was so easy to just drift away
It seemed so easy to just move apart
although our love felt so great at the start.
For of wonderful moments I can tell
when our love was so strong and all was well.
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Oh! Please don’t focus light on me
I am feeling cold
The chill is making rampage through my soul
The fear is omnipresent
Please don’t.
Let the blanket of darkness cover me
It is warm
It kisses like a soulmate
Found after ages
......
Here I am
Living with my heart
that has been beating
in a never-ending way,
Resonating to the
lyrics of wind
blowing among the trees
that chat so silently
in forests distant, unknown.
......