Gone - Poem by Orlando Belo
Gone is the anguish from my heart
Gone is the suffering of being apart.
Gone is the agony I felt deep inside
Gone are the tears I could not hide.
Gone is the guilt of which I was beset
Gone is the misery of feeling regret.
Gone is the trust I held so true
Gone is the love I had for you.
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