In fields of green, where wildflowers sway,
I long to find those who make my day,
Amidst the trees, where birds do sing,
My heart is longing to witness spring.
Far, far away, beyond the sea,
Lie those I hold most dear to me,
With every step, my spirit flies,
Wanting to see them with my own eyes.
I wish they were here by my side,
To share each moment, laughter and pride,
But alas, fate wants us to be apart,
And so I pen these words of broken heart.
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It's All In My Head
PoetryDeep inside the depths of melancholy and vulnerability, where every word holds the weight of a thousand unspoken truths, discover secrets only whispered by those who have embraced their own sorrows. Embrace the power of emotions as you immerse yours...
