Love is a Word
Words whispered in the breeze
Linger even after she can't hear.
The trees ramble on
Shivering and leaning
Love's impression vanishes.
The dejected dreams
Long to be real,
To have been felt.
But he cannot save her.
Her lonliness is too deep.
Heart and soul
Proclaimed impossible.
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