Prosa Dia: 86. We're Moving Further

I begin to fear,
that someday I am too old to see
I begin to hear,
you whispering goodbye
I begin to surrender,
when you leave me here

Do you remember,
You are the first lite took my heart
you stole it from the chest
then you keep it safe
inside your chamber

but now?

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