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While the weeds were shooting roots
deep into the ground
We thought a rose-filled garden
was growing all around
and as the heavy random waves
crashed nearby our home
you looked upon the heart I gave
then left me... all alone.
Now the torrent of the sea
is sadly howling songs to me
and banshees lullaby my sleep
to sooth me with a dream so deep
that all the aching I was dealt
is but a long-gone thorn I felt.
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Keep focused over the horizon!
Hugs,
Lena
Regis