Romance Lost
In Healing
The Winter wind is moaning now,
It's sitting on the window.
Crying loudly as I write,
These acrylic mementos.
I see a candle and a cloak,
One is melted the other broke.
It's funny how when not in use,
The candle seems to die and choke.
Far away it has to be,
The warmer wind and smiling trees.
Where birds of feather flock together,
Singing loudly with the Bees.
There are two roads I can go,
Fighting wind or freezing snow.
I wonder how much time it takes,
To choose from choices that we know.
It's sitting on the window.
Crying loudly as I write,
These acrylic mementos.
I see a candle and a cloak,
One is melted the other broke.
It's funny how when not in use,
The candle seems to die and choke.
Far away it has to be,
The warmer wind and smiling trees.
Where birds of feather flock together,
Singing loudly with the Bees.
There are two roads I can go,
Fighting wind or freezing snow.
I wonder how much time it takes,
To choose from choices that we know.
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