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may we move on
like the sea brushing the shore
in a gentle goodbye
last strips of sunlight
fading
because it knows
it must leave
so the moon may rise
we must move on
like roses wilting in the winter
and growing stronger in the summer
it is our winter my dear
it is the time when sailors
gamble with the night
so they can sail with the sun
what is beauty if not fleeting
and what are goodbyes if not eternal
so while we must wilt
we must also grow
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micaela m
art hippie and definite psychic
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