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Memories arise, an echo's gentle sway,
Circling 'round me, crays of yesterday.
Recalling her smile, so beautiful and bright,
A beacon of joy in the softest light.
Her laughter, a melody, pure and clear,
Resonates within, though she's not here.
A bosom swelled, like creeks in spring's embrace,
Overflowing with love, a tender grace.
In every ripple, her essence I find,
A memory cherished, sweetly entwined.
Her smile, a memory, forever aglow,
Like creeks that swell, and never forego.
Through the window of my cell, I gaze afar,
Into the mist where dreams and memories are.
A veil of clouds, so soft and yet so vast,
Hides the world, its future and its past.
Invisible they seem, these wisps of white,
A dance of shadows in the pale moonlight.
They whisper tales of what lies beyond,
Of sunlit fields and of the golden pond.
This cell, my confines, cannot hold my mind,
For in the clouds, a freedom I do find.
Each shapeless form, a story to impart,
A canvas vast for the imagination's art.
So let me look, let me dream and see,
In the mist of clouds, I find the key.
To unlock the chains, the walls, the bars,
And sail away to meet the stars.
Memories arise, an echo's gentle sway,
Circling 'round me, crays of yesterday.
Recalling her smile, so beautiful and bright,
A beacon of joy in the softest light.
Her laughter, a melody, pure and clear,
Resonates within, though she's not here.
A bosom swelled, like creeks in spring's embrace,
Overflowing with love, a tender grace.
In every ripple, her essence I find,
A memory cherished, sweetly entwined.
Her smile, a memory, forever aglow,
Like creeks that swell, and never forego.
Through the window of my cell, I gaze afar,
Into the mist where dreams and memories are.
A veil of clouds, so soft and yet so vast,
Hides the world, its future and its past.
Invisible they seem, these wisps of white,
A dance of shadows in the pale moonlight.
They whisper tales of what lies beyond,
Of sunlit fields and of the golden pond.
This cell, my confines, cannot hold my mind,
For in the clouds, a freedom I do find.
Each shapeless form, a story to impart,
A canvas vast for the imagination's art.
So let me look, let me dream and see,
In the mist of clouds, I find the key.
To unlock the chains, the walls, the bars,
And sail away to meet the stars.
If I couldn't do my art I would of done something crazy or gone crazy it's starting to take it's toll on me.
Love's last pain; It is everything. It is nothing. It is unbearable.
Why should you suffer for my pain. Knowledge in this I should try to gain. Does it feel I have left you alone? It may feel I have cut you to the bone, but please believe me, my love is true, I know in the past I didn’t know what to do.
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