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March

Tags: march marches
March
brought again to me
Absence
That word
repeats
throughout these walls
Desperately
trying to hear my home
sounds
But the birds have flown away
and he
marches no more
Leaving me with nothing
again
except memories whispering
in the walls
as I am reminded
that life marches on and
on and on
this slow and winding
path
You can only watch
the March flowers
bloom
for a short while
March
that word
right off my lips
All it brings
is absence.

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