In solitude, the world is forgotten,
Talking about you with all my breath.
Heart pierced, soul in pain,
Can the friendship we trusted return again?
We chatted away, laughed out loud,
Roamed carefree, now parted halfway.
In the night, as a shadow, I lost both of you,
Who will know my tears in the rain?
Is it a continuing story in his absence?
Or a riddle in his eyes?
From now on, I've become solitary, is friendship an act?
We existed for each other, born daily,
Now separated by directions,
Lost in the wedding wilderness.
With the dewdrop flower and a few acquaintances,
I'll never forget when you said,
"Where is the end to friendship?"
I can't forget either,
I cry tears without a shore,
I was because of you, I will be because of you,
A day will come that brings back friendship.
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Ghostly Happenings in Colorado
Disturbed Spirits In Denver, an expanse of greenery, Cheesman Park comes with a macabre history since it was once a burial ground known as Mount Prospect Cemetery established by General William Larimer in 1858. The job of exhuming bodies began, and some were left behind resting beneath the park. However, the ghostly spirits don’t wish to rest in peace beneath the park, and visitors here have felt cold touches, seen ghostly children playing at night, and heard a singing lady who disappears when approached.
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Gosh this was so poignant, emotional and relatable. Loved your poem!
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