Maybe we'll see far green fields or a calm blue pool,
Maybe we'll see each other, and maybe we'll smile.
Maybe we'll laugh about how life we tried to fool,
Maybe we'll see that friendship is love under trial,
Maybe we'll whisper to each other, heads together,
Maybe we'll sit and remember who was who,
Maybe we'll be able to fly, light as a feather,
Maybe we'll remember who was real and true...
tbc
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Aya-Death Angel
Mostly poetry, no real deep thought. Just a place for momentary bursts of creativity.
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