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  • A sad poem


    The flowers he is holding in his hands
    are of the brightest colors ever seen
    From his sad eyes the tears fall softly
    in between the red, yellow and green

    A swift wind rustles the oak trees
    As a cloud blocks out the sun
    It 's spring, the birds are singing,
    the new season has just begun

    Time stands still for him however
    Looking at her picture, a face serene
    He remembers when they first met,
    the prettiest girl he had ever seen

    He never did tell her how he felt,
    just could not find the words or guts
    Just happy holding hands and laugh,
    but in his heart he loved her lots

    A sweet smell of magnolias, so refined
    fills his lungs and at last he sees
    her appearance as if she is really there
    In utter bliss he falls to his knees

    He was meaning to tell her he loved her
    and wanted her, on that very last day
    Now tears fall upon her humble stone, so sad
    when tears are words the heart cannot say

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