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A darkened sky.
Tear drops from my eye.
Clouds left rearranged.
Yet the Valley of sadness still remains...

Streaked with rain.
Deceiving dead weeds hang in the gutters...
Unforgotten is the song it sings.
Cluttering the existence of others

Awakening from a dream.
In the last final hours.
Wanting to scream.
Melancholy Rain just seems...

Where white flowers bloomed.
Filling the valley with perfume.
I long for yesterday.
When things left unsaid seemed...

By Velvet Mist

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