GONE

Gone.
Passed.
Still life goes on.
I breathed.
And I'm still breathing.
 I saw it. And I'm still seeing it.


I see those memories like it happened yesterday.
 With you, dreams grew like leaves on the trees.
Without you, dreams fall like leaves in fall.

Now, with or without you, 
Tree of my life is left barren.
Let my twigs decay or rise again,
 Is left in the whirls of  my thoughts...

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