Like the setting sun on a weary day,
Like the wrinkled leaf on a dry summer day,
Like the wind the ocean the morning dew,
Like the feeling that fills so few,
Like a silent story like a lost dream,
Like a unsaid page so complete yet torn
Like the silent melancholy of a lively day,
Like the last glimmer of sun fading away,
Like the shadows and corners of my heart,
Like my friend looking into it, never apart,
Like a old page in my diary still,
Like a warm sunshine when there’s a chill
Like the worn out solider like an unfinished letter,
I can't hope for things knowing they don't get any better,
Yet I hope for all that is lost yet mine,
I am not gone I will be like the morning sunshine,
For the warm hugs, the talks and all the matter,
I didn't even need one my friend to make it better,
And the good days, good byes and hugs are gone,
I still tell to myself I am what I have become,
And the silence inside never gone
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