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On a good day, so beautiful

memory reveals to me

those evenings, so wonderful

ages that used to be

when the sun was shining,

the color of the skies were blue

and when it came to evening

to each other we were glue.

We spoke in a language

only meant for two

We shared an adage

crafted by me and you



Now the clouds are angry

the rains have come

Hunger fills the belly

shapes start to form

the wind of change blows and harshly

on the bond we've built

reactions vent out violently

and some with guilt

As we watch the wind

we pray and hope

As we reminesce

comes the struggle to cope

The rays of the sun

shine hard that we blink

Far from our eyes the fun

came the sailing bond to sink

Again we try to repair with hearts of a pair

the damage to us done.