Like the mighty sun greyed by the shallow clouds
There are many hidden words deep down in every goodbye
Many whisper left untold with every breeze flinted across
Listening to heart might tear you apart..
Broken song in trembled rhyme,
Breezes onto the garden of shadow
Tall dark tress with twisted vine, Black roses greying old
Rustlings of fallen leaves drooling through.
Voices from the past echoing deep and loud,
In spite of the snow, spring always bloom
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