Tears won't wash away reality The greyscale world still remains
Resting among the scattered auburn leaves, I dread how the seasons fade like old friends Once here, then suddenly gone
My soul, a translucent pond, Waters clear, imbued with the light Of the golden burning sun Not a drop disturbed, Not a wave displaced, Until inevitably, Another comes along
There are still so many parts of life to treasure and appreciate. So, please, don't give up. Hold onto the normal things you still have, and wait for better times to come. This will not be out forever.
Ghosts, left over From long ago They are remembered In seemingly invisible slivers