A simple poem:
When you were here
You said things
you did things
I found fault with you
I fought with you
'You were so nasty
you were so bad'
When you were no more
I often did brood over
what you did
what you said
'Was I nasty to you
was I bad!'
Today it matters not
what you did
what I said
what I did
what you said
In moments I shall also be gone
On tree tops
in oceans' depths
in deserts' cool sands
above snow clad mountains
Serenity will prevail
Life will just move on.
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