remember the times when we walk the fields
skipping on the meadows carefree
when all the shadows of the infields
were not free
i remember you said to be with me forever
even if they burn our houses
but all of it became one with fire
and now we're houseless
the last word you said was to run away
this forest isn't safe for us
running away fast, running, unscathed
you were not safe
i did not shed even a single tear
because you said to me one time
"wherever i am, you'll always be near"
you will shine
today marks the first anniversary
of that grim day in history
the very last day that you said to me
that you'll be near
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the far side | poetry
Poetrydon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
