Upon a mirror we walked,

Two lines and a ripple.

The clouds spread dappled shade,

Upon a lush land of green.

We drank the waters of our youth,

And thought our troubles ended.

But then we left this paradise,

Thinking our days unending.

And wound our feet upon the road,

Death’s path, forever descending.

And now you lay within my arms,

Your life rippling away.

And I look back down a time dusted lane,

One we should have never taken.

-M.E. InkOwl


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