The gentle breeze caress me,
As I stare at the skies by the sea,
The leaves are falling slowly,
And the birds sing softly for free,
When your death came before me,
The universe mourned you for me,
For I lived too long somewhere magical,
A place of you and me,
Now life devoid you is surely hevel,
That is what they don't want me to see.
They warned me beforehand,
Magic never last,
When you find out how the trick is done,
And so the magic is gone.
The trick to her magic,
was her being alive.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 4:54 AM UTC
The gentle breeze caress me,
As I stare at the skies by the sea,
The leaves are falling slowly,
And the birds sing softly for free,
When your death came before me,
The universe mourned you for me,
For I lived too long somewhere magical,
A place of you and me,
Now life devoid you is surely hevel,
That is what they don't want me to see.
They warned me beforehand,
Magic never last,
When you find out how the trick is done,
And so the magic is gone.
The trick to her magic,
was her being alive.
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