GoodbyeLeaves may fall and become new
As the day may bask in sunlight blue
A ruffling sound may skim the ear
Whispering a word softly and clear
The dulled shadow of picture so old
Or an event that may never be told
With time passing by with what shall be
The task of being will set you free
Like a bullet instantly shot to the brain
A reaction to wipe these tears in vain
How do you stop a memory from forming
As something simple starts without warning
Yet a road of flowers has been left
With thorns and petals in each breath
No wounds will ever stay the same
Those smiles are there for you to claim
Directly or indirectly, I've been witnessing a bit of suffering within the 11 days that have passed in this new year. Yet, I chose to think this too will pass. Life maybe short but the future is bright. This is dedicated to those that have been left behind, that have been set aside or that have to move on.
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