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Sunday, March 27, 2016

PRECIOUS . . . GONE

PRECIOUS . . . GONE

As I look up the sky
I remember the times
When you and I
Dream together as one.

My tears start to fall
Like rain in the summer day
Flows like a river in the desert
That dries in an open sea.

I would like to reach you
But I know you are far away
I want to hug you
But you are not beside me
It’s like a nightmare while you are awake

If I can only fly
To have you
If I can only be beside you
To hug you and say how much I love you

It will never come true
Because you are gone
Gone and will never come back
All I have is none from you

My love turned to dust
Blown by the wind
Dead and buried
Like a long lost memory.