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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 6:34 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 8:56 am
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This was not written by me, and it is not a poem... it is a song.
The way that I used to walk with you is gone But still, I always walked with you, I wonder if I'll ever be able to meet you The snow falls gently on a hill Even though I can't reach you, I understand The flower in your room that you loved is now... The day of last years final snow The promises that were hard to exchange When I remember them, they melt, and spill from my hands The snow falls gently on a hill Even though I can't reach you, I understand The flower in your room that you loved is now... All alone by the window, just staring at the snow While remembering you, seeing you in the glass I give you a final kiss Come on, smile, don't cry anymore From here on, I'll always be watching you The snow falls gently on a hill Even though I can't reach you, I understand The flower in your room that you loved is now... A light that quietly begins to color the inside of the town white You saw the season's final colors The sound of the tears that fell is cruel isn't it You saw the season's final colors The four seasons, and your colors, will soon vanish The snow melts, and flowers bloom on the street corner The "colors" that you saw, softly begin to melt The day of this years final colors (A single flower on the street corner When I look up into the sky, the final snow melts from my hand)
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 8:59 am
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Again, this one was not written by me, and it is not a poem, it is a song... but all these are so poetic, they do not need any music or anything else than just words on paper to be worth more than gold.
from the window the ever unchanging cherry blossoms flutter flutter flutter flutter and dance in the breeze
today, too, my conciousness fades away who are you? I cannot remember anything my tears overflowed and fell onto your hand clutching mine reassuringly
your unending stream of tears told me something for some reason the scent of you brings memories... surely I will lose my life all alone, in this room these flowers that no-one can find...
the flowers fall quickly, swaying in the breeze this white hospital room blows with the breeze
the pain building up day by day you held my thinning, ugly body close to you
at my time of death, there's one special person I remembered tomorrow I'll become ashes, return to dust from the window I can see the cherry blossoms beneath those cherry blossoms I want to sleep wrapped in warmth in your hand.... they carry me quietly from room 304 so that I will never forget you
from here on, I sway in the breeze, together with the cherry blossoms, remembering you
fluttering fluttering fluttering fluttering
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