She came back to her hometown
After such an emerald struggle.
What she left once was brought down,
She had naught to love or ogle.
The day he walked the streets alone
In search of love and laughter.
The day he walked, but twilight came
To find him in the rivers’ chatter.
She heard the waves in their flows sing
Of things one cannot bring back.
The man sensed sorrow deep within,
He wanted to weep and scream in black.
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