Swamp

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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