what is there left to say
the world is done for me
i stay away from pain
i find a muddled peace
the seasons pass in slow procession
i have no want nor need
till i pass upon a hilltop
and feel the oceans breeze
calling out its timeless yearning
and sings its sweet refrain
to bring me back again
the saddest song of love left standing
and sailing out to sea
cuts me to the bone
as i wander through the highlands
lost in love and memories
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