Tendrils
1.Like lights after a show,
Like the melting of snow,
Last few ashes that glow,
Or tears that overflow.
2.Like the clouds which pass by,
Leave soil thirsty and dry,
Anguish after a cry,
Flocks of swallows, they fly.
3.Like the moment you know
It’s time to let them go,
It’s bitterness that grows,
I died three years ago.
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