I cry.... when they die.
I miss the time....
So i cry.
I cry for memories....
I cry for their company.
But deep inside....
Happy am i.
Finally...
They are free.
Unlike me....
Lost in memories.
They die....
So they are free.
Not bound by time,
not in pain-
free again.
Heaven,
Hell,
or Earth...
They go again.
Unlike me...
Still lost...
In memories.
Poems of the lost soul ----- Lost
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