![]() 867-5309A Poem by Augustus Waters![]() A poem of a friend who will be deeply missed if she doesn't return to the lives of others and the hearts of the cafe.![]()
As the summer sun sets and rises,
With her, there were never surprises. Everything she did was normal. But I'll miss her. She longed to leave the place she loved, To sit alone on cold winter nights. I told her, tried to reassure her, But knew she might not be alright. Music transferring through the lungs of choir. Lyrics made by writers and men. Those words that are everything, and then Are only in this world to inspire. She stopped writing, future songs and stories. Only to give up her glory. Longing to be alone, Away from society. © 2014 Augustus Waters |
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