Raspberry's in the air
One year's gone,
but she's not anymore there.
The primroses bloomed
Embers to sooth
It all was at it's finest: Blossom.
Our friendship's now a phantom.
A new age awaits
at least that's what they say.
Twenty days left 'til I
had hugged my best friend for goodbye.
© in 2013
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