In amity, to hold on with longanimity
Light pink turns red
A clear tear can appear blue
A bright fire can turn to sapphire
Cold and without feeling
Stay with me, I can’t believe the past becomes reality
While I remain presently in disbelief
A heavy sigh with no retake
Breath held to prevent a future, drowning in the same sorrow
Tomorrow only varies from today, slightly ever so
Leaves green turn to gold, red, and ash into snow
Seasons pass and soon we go
To new places, see new faces
Time changes as it all ages
Photographs will keep your smile uncreased
Until they are folded over, forgotten
© The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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