Challenge
“How I feel autumn's ache.”— Virginia Woolf
Poetry
The moments lost
The moments lost, and passed
They won't return, they never come back
Love blooms like flowers, however
When Autumn wilts a flower
It won't bloom again
In Spring, sunshine, or rain
So, when you and I, and no longer us
What use is a million others?
Can't repent when the die is cast
They won't return, they never come back
Eyes can deceive us
How can we trust?
Doubt can break us apart
Never let it rule your heart
Ones you'll miss forever hence
Hold them ere they drift afar.
You can make excuses; apologize till it lasts
They won't return, they never come back
The moments lost, and passed
They won't return, they never come back
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