Things blow away with the wind
They pass away but never end
Their hold fades to a distant ache
Too far to fix, too far to send
They grow distant with time
But their strength never wanes
Thier hold on me doesn't die
They fill me with many pains
Though they vanish o'er the horizon
Though they grow distant and small
Though the breeze carry them away
Come back to me forever I call
Don't abandon me as here I sit
Don't leave me here lost and small
Don't leave me alone to pine away
I know not how to go on at all
It is said that it's all fate
That indeed is a cruel master
It gives a gift of joy and laughter
Then it takes it away even faster
Just such a gift I was given
I curse the fate that took it away
I cry over the loss of such beauty
I just don't know what else to say
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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