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Draw me in, draw me near;
Take me deeper still.
Flower Petals scattered,
Blown by the wind.
Cold breeeze;
Autumn leaves— falling from trees,
They remind me of me.
Does real love, supposed to lie?
Oh! how tears run dry!
Love and lies;
Alas! His love lied more than once.
To fall for someone became harder than hard.
Sketches of me fading slowly...
As I grow old, my chance is getting small... in life or in love.
I am but a drawing that fades,
Will fate finally become a friend?
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200 Days Of POETRY
Költészet200 Days, 200 different Poems. #33 in Poetry Category July 21, 2017 Back at #33 in Poetry Category On March 27, 2018 "All Glory Belongs to God"
