Traveller

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Note:I wrote this poem a while back and it had no emotion,no feeling in it,to write poems you really have to feel so after some advice I rewrote it and am I so glad I did.

You will go,
One day
Without saying goodbye,

You will leave and take your worlds,
Your realms and your stories with you
And I'll never know if you where lying or not

And I will accept this
Because I knew that was going to happen

leaves fall from the trees
And when the snow comes with its eerie whiteness
Then the flowers will fight back and bloom
for all the beauty in the world is here and kicking

All this will happen a hundred times
Until I see
Until I hear
You

I'll still just be here
Telling your stories
Writing my own
Forging my path

And how do we know?
What will happen
What the years will do to us?

What will they take from us
How many will we endure?

Maybe I'll find you again
But it won't be for long
It will be different

Maybe I'll always be
Speaking about you
Who you where
What you did

Then one day I'll wake up
And it will all be gone
Ash will fall
And everything will change

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