The Thought Of The Last Oak In An Abandoned Farmland Poem by Alexander Foald

Somewhere else, far from this place
Where you put the last breath
Can’t remember the time we smiled
To those winds we left behind

Memories are fading into pieces of shadows
While the lights turning the sky to grey
As we smell the perfume of the ocean dreams
In the thought of an old oak by farmland

Be honest of yourself, my dearest
Before we split into faces of lies
Let’s hope this won’t last forever
Or we’ll never know each other again