There's a certain chance looming over us
Our bond's not enough; in a road we walk
Hand to hand, my arms are not as long
To extend my touch; to hold the dust
Of what was once the path we'd take,
The grass is lush throughout the rain
Yet I suppose some roses stay as buds
Soaked in the mud, broken from its stalk
As it pains me to accept what I've lost,
I will let this rain pour to see the sun

© William Robert Death
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