like the wilted weed blown by autumn breeze...
I dare not ask you to leave,
nor wish you to stay...
the words in my empty mind remain unspoken
because we are left heartbroken
and the world is fleeing to a new season..
if only time is for loan,
maybe i won't feel too alone...
i bid you farewell...
and wish that the tears dropping on the seashell
will soon be washed by the great ocean..
-Little E-
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