Near the ocean, feeling the breeze of autumn air
The calmness of place disrupted by bird’s voices
Under the tree that shaded me from the sun
These brown eyes glimpse a shadow that afternoon.
I felt scared, heats climbing up my cheeks
The cold breeze is disappearing
The sun hides from the clouds, what’s left is me
Under that shaded tree I lean my fears.
Trembling while standing my vivid mind starts to explore
Closed eyes trying to transcend the fears inside
Inescapable of reality, I can do nothing
But accept the truth; your not part of me.
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