Nostalgia
Tonight I write one of the saddest lines of my poem :
"O.. Longing who blows in the breeze.Your inexistence perforated through desolation.Spending time with you was too short.When oblivion takes a thousand years.
Letting you go was the saddest chapter for this spring ballad;It does still rain all night like the days before;But it's presence won't be the same again.At the end, I'm the one who cries."

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