Inkless
A former publishing student enters yet another permutation of "the real world."
Friday, September 17, 2010
Goodbyes
With a sigh
You turn away
With a deepening heart
No words to say
You will find
That the world has changed forever
The trees are now turning from green to gold
And the sun is now fading
I wish I could hold you closer
(Howard Shore, "Arwen's Song")
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