July finally came, and June no longer remains. It's funny how painful the days of June were, as painful as those of May, but oh I have been trying to cope with the fact that you are no longer here. I'm well aware that you're living the adventures you sought after, and I'm quite sure of your well-being, but I just came to realize how it pains me now to read all the poems I have written for you, and I wonder... Will you still remember us?
I often fear to forget your voice as I have forgotten his.
I often fear to forget your voice as I have forgotten his.
Father Figure
You got me feeling so proud,
For greatness, I have vowed.
O, west wind, how delightful,
Warming smile, so wonderful.
Your vibe shook with darkness,
Truly, you're beyond madness.
A wind so great and forceful,
In disguise, a man so playful.
I saw you among the crowd,
Without doubt, you're proud.
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