What could have been
has not be seen,
for there are ages in between.
With scenery and misty skies
I walk down the valley of green.
Here I surrender my last breath,
over my shoulders I see
this beauty that I called my queen.
At the end, when life has been
foreseen, I dream of my own
willow below my Athene.
Not only the hollow
whittles with nostalgia
to as sorrow lingers over my scene.
Forever in my heart – I feel blood
streaming through my vein.
To be feign, with rain dancing
over my body, I feel the desire
to bloom for those who we lost in pain.
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