The rooster crowed
before the sun rise
and the train whistle
caught me by surprise.
The stream dry
and the river still
as the raven watches
from yonder hill.
All went quiet
and the silence spoke
and your name
with the darkness broke.
They say "time heals"
but I found it standing still,
holding on to yesterday
as the memories found their
way.
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