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Night Thoughts
The golden touch of the end- of- Summer-leaves along with the coolness of the Summer's rays as they fade into the past Together bring as saddness as if an old friendship is once again lost As all my Autumns have been painful as the Summer sun does pass And friendships die along with the heat of the sun and perhaps they never were real or would last My heart dreads another year of cold, ice=like pain and the winds blowing heavy as my pain begins Again, as only a reminder of how alone I am ..in my thoughts and my in my life So, perhaps it is near the end. A hopelessness surrounds me as each day I wake withj fear how will i get anyplace or where i want to go And only the quiet of my sleep , where dreams lead me to places i still know BGut even then, i wake in pain,my body burns with pain i try to think of happier days but they too have faded with the sun to be or not to be is not the question here but do i want to be a part of another year... i find no joy in singing or talking on the phone but find i am playing a part of a person that i don't even know where have i gone and what have i to show in this dust- coated room?
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