Purple flowers a lily white
Dot the hills and reach for light
Familiar pond so glassy, still
Bitter wind, an autumn chill
A grey, blanket covered sky
Time never rests why should I?
A child's hand grasping tightly to mine
Just needing assurance
That all will be fine
Misery drifting through November air
Meets tired eyes and an empty stare
Can i come back from whence I came?
No-- A different future, a new name.
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