The Meadow
Mist settling softly on the earth below,
My heart is getting weary from the anchor I tow.
The sun breaks the horizon a new day has begun,
My soul is dying from losing my love the one.
The birds sing their melody in the trees above,
I want to pass on lose this pain stop feeling love.
The gentle breeze blows through this natural meadow,
I stand here all alone love has left me and my shadow.
The sun rises in the sky and the time is moving on,
My heart is still nothing left not even my sappy song.
Warmth has removed the mist and reveals below a lake,
I move on softly from this life to death with nothing left to fake.
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