Wednesday, October 22, 2008

The Untitled


Watching the stars
fade from the sky,
the leaves falling down,
the robin's last cry,
the grass turning brown,
I utter a sigh.
The hardest part
when watching love die,
is whispering softly
the final "goodbye".
What do I do from that point on,
with a part of my life gone?

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