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A flower still blooms between us,
Although our love is past.
The passion that devoured us,
In this earthly life, is lost,
In the stars of the heavens,
So dark, on the night that didn't last.
Farewell my love, farewell to thee,
For with my passing, you will be free.

To watch a person's life, slip away
Brings thought's of what to say.

Out of the window, I do gaze.
The amount of rain falling, does amaze.
Sounds of rain, on roof and gutter,
Tend to make me mutter,
About the quantity of rain I see,
Providing to the flowers and tree.
The results of this water downpour,
Should provide, for Spring flowers, galore.

The sins of our past,
Have now come to rest,
In the minds, deepest core,
No matter the reason why
Or what has happened then.
Those thoughts will now leave
As our long journey ends.

My heart is broken, my joints are rust.
The love I have, lies in the dust.
You're here, with me, body in kind,
But no where, can I hear your mind.
This life we lead, continues, I fear
Of memory loss, until we disappear.
I love you so, my beautiful one
Until our lost souls, fly to the Sun.

The rain is back, I won't complain,
For the soil was parched, beyond belief.
So thank you for all the windy rain
And the flowers are sighing from relief.

A time to live,
A time to die.
A time for us,
For the long goodbye.

The wind was cold, on this day,
Swirling, gusts filled with white
Blossoms, from flowering trees,
That line the parking strip,
Outside Redmond Urgent Care.

Of moonlight and a rose
when you can suppose
about the life that you've led
without any dread.
No wonder, they'll say,
when you've gone away,
about the way you ran
and the type of a man
that cared for others,
both Sisters and brothers.

Words can be the most beautiful thing.
Their use, can make a heart sing,
But they can also cause, much pain
And a hurt, that will always remain.
Using words, should be about truth,
Not full of disdain, lying or uncouth.
Words, used in a sonnet, professing love
Is usually the best way, far and above,
Those utterances of hate and disdain,
When one hears a lie after lie refrain.
The changing of seasons, across Worlds wide
Describing the colors of Sunsets to remember,
Or the harshness of the month, December.
Only words can describe how we feel
Or what in life, is falsely surreal.
Words describe the beauty, that we see
And the feelings of love, that I have for thee.

The days grow long, as do I.
The dreams of yesterday, have gone by.
No longer the dreams to be.
Now gone, once more, for eternity.

My eyes are closed.
The void is black.
My arms are numb.
I've lost track,
Of the place I'm in.
I cannot say why,
But I suspect that
I'm about to die.
I hope I'm wrong,
But won't say goodbye,
For now I know,
As I let out a sigh.