Hi.
I didn't like to say goodbye
But I know this is better
So I can still live in the letter
I've tried to be vague
Before my poems become a plague


Sad were my ways
And still they are
They trickle through the days
Reflecting the rays of the star
That shines with a most painful sorrow
So bright, and so beautiful
A fountain that needed no tomorrow
Words tumbled forth so plentiful
Now I am gone form that fair shrine
Memories of which haunt my heart
Forced from that I made, I do pine
Now I must reluctantly depart
I've taken with me my gold
My treausre, my rubies and pearls
Into winds tearing over the ground so cold
At the end of the path that twists and curls
Now once more my seeds I will sow
Forwith the hope clothed in petals shall grow