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As I walked the roads alone
I’ve walked so many years ago
A sadness overcame my heart
Shadowing my self of now
As I walk, there stands before
Palest ghost, my own cold sore
Poorest little creature there
Alone and filled with such despair
So I just went standing where
With tears I watered grass and earth
Rivers formed from seeing her
Ghost of my own trauma stirred
My heart to break right there anew
For mercy that she never knew
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Left in distance, far away
My soul again searches its way
Again trying to let it go
What happened all so long ago
Only after I refound
Dragon’s fire my soul bound
Waking up it burned away
The scars to fade another day
About the Creator
竜鶴
Just a lonely person who writes out feelings, thoughts and dreams to get them out. Could talking ever suffice for a poetic mind?
Maybe others find themselves in similar thoughts. To you I reach out.
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