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Illusions

A taste of me lonely
weep to me of lasting darkness
down with me there
cold in the earth
as the cere leaves pile above me

a touch of decay
and the sadness forever growing
holding you near
silent in waiting
and the cold winds blow thru me

warmed by the flames
of a love that remembers
deep in my heart
tragic in being
where once was a hero

dear to you I that have died
sad to me you dont remember
lost to you visions and memory
all of us, that which is gone

Poetry