white smoke is clouding my judgement
i loved the reason for this torment
a love that comes in a blue moon
vanished in the sparkles of high noon
budding flowers blocked by mist
offered to those whom we miss
colors of the flower turns in the fade
but the feelings in it will never fade
stop and turn feel the winds of change
ripples of our decision feel so strange
we defied gravity now we were falling apart
but here in my heart you'll always be a part.
<published with permission. thanks, jake>
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