United States
33° 56' 29.634" N, 117° 22' 24.2364" W

Thy pedals fall down like the pouring rain,
Soft yet hurtful, unwarning what's to come,
Falling from stems oblivious it came,
Anguish of hopelessness remains for some

Bewilder thy clouds may cover fully,
Thy thunder has blocked despondency cry,
Bleeding hearts, destruction became thy bully,
Watching thy splendful glory you still stood by

Painless eyes as a trench full fire of gold,
Staring tear deep of the past, memoir
Thou forgot ness of lies become untold,
'twas the past, the past remain never more

Thy pain shall pass, deteriation last,
Of thy soul, thy heart and thy core of midst...


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