ENSLAVED MEMORIES
The sky begin to dull
As the thick clouds
Overcast the shining sun.
Just then it started to drizzle
Next a downpour
Soon the wind begins to blow.
The ground gradually wet
The dead leaves started to fall
And my tears begin to flow.
When the rain ceased streaming down
And the sun breaks the darkness
I hope I can already let go
the memories
of me
and you..
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