Finally,
I see
only a memory of
you and me
written on leaves
in a forest of trees
the story
of us
that saw the sun ray
every day
and grew tall
even through fall
strong it became
so no one could tame
the so often
spring blossom
leaves of wonder
rain and thunder
yet all have seen
evergreen
blissfully unaware
with love and care
and water it grew
a tale so true
but in less than four
seasons of war
tell me why
do leaves run dry?
And without a torn
were caught in a storm
blew up high and
disappeared in the sky
written on leaves
in a forest of trees
were a tale
of us
finally, I see
that you and me
were only but
a memory
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