Adios: No More a Poem

This too will sink I know Like the others before This too will go Behind shut door. Once a place of rejoice Where I poured my heart Leaving is now the only choice And make a new start. My work is my blood of toil Come at a high cost Digging deep into the soil What I grew is all lost. I leave this holiness with pain Will miss all you gave Leaving the circling dots to reign And send old poems to grave.

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