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Wreaths

I pretend to be cheerful  
smiling  as I wake up
shadows still linger softly
filling up the empty space.  

as delicate and bright flowers
placed in vases to slowly die
wreaths at the door for remembrance
during the cold silence of the night

I pretend to be cheerful
I really want to be happy
reveling with each gusts of wind
or the cascades of rain

I feel the whisper of falling petals
the soft sighs of dead falling leaves
saying goodbye to life that was
but you haven't heard my goodbye yet

you’ll always be here
in the wreath of my heart
Written by Grace (IDryad)
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Author's Note
Missing someone
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