Tears ploughed down,
Traced a stream on my blue face;
Joy died out,
Vanished in but no trace.
Robins' songs halted and cease,
Hummingbirds were long deceased,
Flower blooms by now wilted,
Glorious days, in memoirs' devastated.
Sweet smiles were gone,
Sunshine's nowhere to find,
Our dreams and hopes done and began—
Were now walking in purpose blind.
Our peaks of songs sank to its trench,
Sweetest mem'ries, now astringent,
And all because that fateful time,
The day you bade "Good bye!"
—Adrian "Drey" Luague
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