Category : Poems

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The wind no longer sways to the breeze in my heart
The flowers no longer bloom in my mind
Nothing is different, but nothing is the same
It's a world of a different kind

The beat of my heart has no rhythm
My ears ring to the beat of sadness
The grass beneath my feet is not the same green
Things in my life become madness

The atmosphere feels empty
Like my spirit and my soul
When things like this happen
Either new or old

Yet nothing can describe how I feel except
The blue of the winter tides
Whenever nothing else but this happens-
When the sun hides