The evening wind of the past
Brings forth the shadows of the last
The night's black sky
The moon's blue eyes
The only question is why
The surrounding stars of our minds
Twinkle with laughter, joy and crime
Now as the sun rises high
We know the journey is left behind
The children of our sons
Live with the grief we begun
The velvet colors written in white
Gone before us, no where in sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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