Voices we Lost
1:37 AM |
| Past is the present for our memories |
by the truth that weaved my life.
Choices I made and voices we lost,
In the shadow of your eyes.
Oceans apart but a breath so close;
Felt the memories that strain life.
Will there be blossoms to bring me alive?
Would the blossoms to remember my tomb?
~ H.B
~ H.B
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