A Path of Broken Hearts

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So long the road stretch
To the infinity I hope to reach.
The trees are swaying back and forth,
Welcoming me to their lonely residence.

Wooden fences divide the lands.
I hear the soaring of the sea
Like to an old friend's moans
On her dead bed.

Delicate roses plant on the side,
Offering me the love I crave,
And that disappeared into the past.

The path of broken hearts,
A deceased friend had said,
Doesn't exist.
But she was wrong.





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