a part of me was still in pain
in your leave I desperately shiver
traces of memories was shattered
and my Life ended with a drift
I continuously suffer in cold though
winter was meant to be far away
in the sad days of my Life
I already knew Death has to come
as time passes by I stand
realizing my purpose to achieve
the hate had retrieve in space
with coincidence that may concern me
I walk along this road
facing life not death
I go on through the cold of those days
and now I am glad that your gone...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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