A mammoth task
Trying to erase a thought
seems to be a mammoth task.
Forgetting the sylph would be,
an impossible thing to ask.
Achy weight cannot be lifted,
when the burden has its vastness.
Looking for a pinch happiness
among a growing heap of sadness.
You may not understand,
How deep is the well?
You never looked at it,
how I mercilessly fell.
Even if the earth and sky
trembles and falls apart.
You my dear will always be
a part of my broken heart.
@loner
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