The trees in the park are smiling at me. They try to tell me how wonderful life
can be. As innocent as the blue in the child's eye; the sun wakes all life
beyond. The purity of the blade wrote history inside of me. However, never
capable to resurrect me. All roots of life have abandoned me. The candle inside
of me, has blown out. My room becomes darker and darker! Never will I understand
why fish can't walk. Perhaps it's because I coudn't become part of MY life. The
trees in the park are smiling at me, they try to tell me how wonderful life can
be. As innocent as the blue in a child's eye; the sun wakes all life beyond.
However, I'll never understand why this happened to me. But as it is with every
story There's always an end.
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