6 Swamp 7

The night grows every moment
With every tear fallen

The memories trying to add color
But they only smudge the clear

The memories ride you
But the emptiness prevail

You think they are treasures
But they are swamp that pull

Yet they are are sweet
Even the drowning

Cause when you are drowning
You see him

You can whisper his name
And pray in wait

Even with wet eyes
You have smile on lips

The swamp does wonders
The dew grows and he appears...



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