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I still visit our old place,
the one right under the giant tree,
And every little corner,
reminds me of what we used to be.
The leaves that once danced to our symphony,
wither and fall off, rather gloomily,
as if it mourns,
for that one name that remains engraved on its chest,
but is banished from this world, entirely.
YOU ARE READING
To, My Long Lost Love
PoetryThis world may have broken us apart, but our story shall continue, even if it's just in these ever-flowing words in my head.
