Unlike the seasons
that come and go,
life is bases on choices
pointing out the roads.
It could be I'm missing you,
as I am melancholy as can be.
The darkness moving in
as a troubled hold on me.
It's the scream in silence
that no one can hear,
as I reached into the darkness
and found a wall of fear.
The wind suddenly danced
high up in the trees,
swirling around in circles
I caught a few falling leaves.
My heart is racing
as a tear falls from my eyes,
I am caught up in a dream
that you are in these arms
of mine.
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