It creates sad memories
When it falls apart.
A green death of a dream
Paling inside the sorrow
Faded as it grows mild;
Through your stoned
And the gushing of wild
Not the meek
Nor in the modesty.
In the sterile smile
Or in the villainy laughter
Cloaked the smallest trace
Of what was;
When it was;
But never was.
Contentedly abide in oblivion
Once held tenuously
To soothe one soul.
Yet it form again
From your delicate rain
As time passes by.
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