Some words and instruments
Are making noise.
Now she's gone,
The music, that's all it is.
Wind just seems like
Ageographic disturbance,
The buoyancy in me,
I've lost.
Sun rise and the sun set,
They behold it's nostalgia.
Seems earth is simply rotating like me.
All for nothing.
Now they stink. The memories.
They're but a decayed past.
Their flamboyance is corroded.
I'm blind.
She was like rain.
Now she's gone, I blurt.
Poems are athirst,
And craving for a sign.
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