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Embrace
And when the wind brushes through the aches of each year,
Solemnly allowing time to free the memory of your gaze.
As the barren land I plant white flowers on, simplistic with the seasons which come to pass,
For an eternity seems to cruel for a single moment to exist,
purely painted on the wall of fate,
With a thread as beautiful as the first break of Fall,
when the leaves care not for their colour,
Yet times gives them comfort for a colourful end.
© nosihlekatherine
Solemnly allowing time to free the memory of your gaze.
As the barren land I plant white flowers on, simplistic with the seasons which come to pass,
For an eternity seems to cruel for a single moment to exist,
purely painted on the wall of fate,
With a thread as beautiful as the first break of Fall,
when the leaves care not for their colour,
Yet times gives them comfort for a colourful end.
© nosihlekatherine
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