I walk through the woods
Smeling the freshness of the pines
The wind blows against my cheek
Gently caressing it
The voice of my loved one
Echoes in my ear
I fear that seeing you agian
I just ficiton in my mind
I am lost i the forest
Searching for you
Lost in the forest
........Alone......
Rebecca
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
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