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.
Sep 15, 2024
Sep 15, 2024 at 1:04 AM UTC
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.
I leave with love and best wishes for all the fellow members and friends here.
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