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I think, I die.
I think.... I die.
Running in the grass laughing, sun behind our backs.
Learning to play yearning to catch.
The summer time adventures shared between an adult and child.
I think, therefore I die. My soul floating to that sun we once played upon.
The smile going away as you stop growing.
I think.
I die.
And leave you behind little one.
Be merry.
Be bright.
For even in the darkest night, when I have left you by, I know you will be alright.
© Swiftonic Poetry
Running in the grass laughing, sun behind our backs.
Learning to play yearning to catch.
The summer time adventures shared between an adult and child.
I think, therefore I die. My soul floating to that sun we once played upon.
The smile going away as you stop growing.
I think.
I die.
And leave you behind little one.
Be merry.
Be bright.
For even in the darkest night, when I have left you by, I know you will be alright.
© Swiftonic Poetry
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