I have walked inside where few have dared to go.
Around me in the quite wind,
it swirls unseen, with the scent of you.
Oh, she has said I've listened,
to the sound of leaves and see each drop of dew
evaporate to come again come morning.
It's not enough to love and lost and feel,
such love again.
Cedar in the glynn and grass upon the hill,
each year begins.
Love I had to feel it as with time it slips away,
the moon waits there alone the sun will rise.
The passion and the flame's, blue butterflies as
lilly opens up, it's then I cry.
The roaring engine of that single train that few,
in life have caught, but lost again one tries.
I'm grateful for the heartfelt pain, the pain before
one dies.
Loving like a memory fades inside the mind of love,
When love is still alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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