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By lilla Date: 2007 Apr 02 Comment on this Work [[2007.04.02.07.06.26973]] |
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her leaving is always perfect. she arrives without invitation. she comes and goes. with silent goodbyes. without waves of hello. she departs and leaves imprints of gray sorrow and cold evenings. she bequeaths not promises. but hope thrives in your heart. the sky will rupture to tears. snowflakes will pierce your skin. the most powerful flowers fall yet you eagerly awaits the next blossom call. she will return ... One day you know she will. she is the reason for the coming of seasons so it breaks you to watch her go. |