Long is the way
To those who wait happiness
Storms of Fall come
Snow of winter come
BUt no light are in front of you
Wishes are just wishes
That go away in the wind
Like old leaves of the trees
You only find comfort in writting
Like if you stand in ruins
Looking for better days that don't come
You wish to die
under this old tress
But you hang on in a ray of light
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