Desolate ways to forest roads down
to her so far away.
In the depths of night following the winding road.
History of emotions.
A heart full of love, joy and life.
A heart full of sadness, sorrow and despair.
A heart full of grief, pain and regrets.
But always a heart filled
with her.
Years later, a trip down into the past.
Welcomed by all I've left behind.
The empty road as my only friend.
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