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i see nature
as an
old bride,
adorned by
what
wounds us
she does
not mourn
cyclic
  departures.
i find it a sickness
as well as a curse
this ranting in rhyme
complaining in verse
that spills from my mind
for better or worse
takes up my time
will i ever learn
how to shut it off
this beating on brain
stuck on repeat
lost in the refrain
never that deep
still questions remain
hey, don't look at me
the world is to blame
Why do we feel sad
When good things come to an end
Difficult to accept
Everything is transient
The sense of loss
Sinks in fast
Forgetting the happiness it brought

Why is it said
Everything that happens is for good
When
None of the experiences lasts
New avenues, do await
But
How do you move on
one moments breath
borrowed from the wind

heart felt, blood bourne
invigorating new thoughts

the universe of minds
shared synapse, shared songs
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