i hold to something that never was....

by darthelwig

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This poem is mine. If you want to borrow it, you had better ask me first.

I'm a nice person. No need to be afraid….lol

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the wind whispers your name on a sigh

as it whistles through trees that are bare

without you....

the branches that twist and twine

echo hollowly as i dream

of holding you....

a moon rises bright and cold

in a sky of melancholy and midnight

dreaming....

where once it was gold and green

now there are fallen and broken dreams

of you....