ITS END
Two lovers who promise never to leave each other,
A sequel they might gather, while rain scatters,
But lately, it's been one woe after another
She feels her heart wrenching
and asks herself if it is worth it?
The pain... the crying... the anguish ,
all in a sequenced magnification.
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun.
The pages of their old book,
Hold the memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came their way...
But it has to go,for toxic was its name.
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