You can’t run from it.
It’s every where you are.
In the rocks, in the stone
Wherever green grass grows.
She lays.
Like an ember, once was truth
like the old man once knew youth
No cares no worries.
a lackadaisical day she walks, she walks, she walks away.
If memories were like a bottle of perfume. We could bottle them up.
and tuck them away for a rainy day.
but even that day
this day
this day
will fade.
love, and depth that words cant describe.
come out, be known, never more you’ll hide.
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