Agastache

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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

When the Wind Blows














I come here, where you rest, quite often...
...Try to be with once you again...

Selfishly you walked away,
Without saying goodbye,

You left me heartbroken,
and tormented to what happened,

Took away all your love from me,
Perhaps now, you are happy,

I could no longer touch you,
Nor could I ever feel you,

Forever you rest,
Into infinite coldness and darkness,

...I come here, where you rest, quite often...
...try to be with once you again...

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