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Summers little winter is at an end and the tree of hope is no longer standing tall, stricken by the light and submerged in darkness.
Pain seeps into my body like a cold chill, what happend to my sweet old friend my friend of the past.
The feeling that grew more and more with each passing day.
The color the sky is rapidly changing the sounds grow silent and the days grow older,
There spoused to be like fine wine growing better with time.
Its to late
It grows old
It is just too soon
The tree of hope has fallen but with death comes victory comes dreams, dreams of the fallen. The wind blows while the sky shows that there will be no snow to show that I love you.
You have rewritten the book change the ending for the better.
For with the fallen stars comes the ocean waves of dreams.
Hope
Dreams
Love
Learning to love something that is not there like a shadow with no name or a book that always ends the same, The never ending story finally has a chapter of dreams.
The tree may be cone but with the fallen comes victory.
Hope
Dreams
Love.......