Again I have written a little poem, I hope you like it.
memories
I am a lonely soul in the wide world,
the wind carries me on its wings henceforth
looking for a place where it belongs,
a lost soul, and leave alone ...
A little voice told my sad story,
speaks long-forgotten words of an old time
reported a past life in solitude,
grieves my lonely, lost souls behind.
many lives pass away and no one remembers everything,
my past is a reflection of deep grief and sorrow,
only the wind knows the memories of my being,
with my thoughts, my soul away into eternity.
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