Oh, My FriendA Poem by TrebleWinds cease to blow, The night grows ever darker, As do you.
Clouds shed a tear, The sky begins to fade, Like sunset into night. The roses wither, My heart cries. It cries for you.
Swiftly moving Are the waves that you are, Fading without a trace.
Silence grips the night of day, As you wither away, Forever lost. © 2017 TrebleAuthor's Note
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Added on July 27, 2013Last Updated on December 2, 2017 AuthorTrebleAboutHi, I'm a young adult, and I love writing poetry and the occasional short story. more..Writing
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