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Do you feel it?
The slow death that creeps
This love is fading grey
Wilting slowly, almost…
Unknowingly
Before our very eyes
-Its not the same-
You’ve said before
-I know-
I responded in remorse
Do you feel it?
The darkening presence of dying love
Like the coming winter, the leaves dry and fall
Do you feel it-
It chills my once warm heart.
Its diming out like the light that lit your eyes
Its not so beautiful anymore
Its not so fun and happy anymore
-im afraid-
I tell myself.
I wonder. if you’re afraid too?
What is this thing that haunts my thoughts
The coming death of our once florid hearts
Everything withers and dies, I suppose
I just thought our love withstood the grasp of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem