Swirling love and twirling fate,
parade of emotions endless.
Gloomy memories never cease to fade,
painting my sky with violet and red.
Dead trees pass me a morbid stare,
beholding my fight of hope and despair.
Horizon's faraway, lush, and green,
inviting, enchanting, calm, and pristine.
Friends and family, near and the dears,
wonder if I'll ever catch up those dreams.
Or will I quietly succumb to my fate?
sculling my boat on the lonely lake.
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