It's Too Late
Too late to forget all our happiness
The way it was when we used to caress
Too late now to forget and to chase away these blues
Too late now to forget those eyes
The way they sparkled and mesmerized
Too late now to live a life without you
All the sweet times that we used to have
And the places we used to find
All the wonderful memories
Stays on in my mind
How can I ever start anew
In the future living without you?
I don’t know. But what can I do?
It’s too late now.
Too late to forget all our happiness
The way it was when we used to caress
Too late now to forget and to chase away these blues
Too late now to forget those eyes
The way they sparkled and mesmerized
Too late now to live a life without you
All the sweet times that we used to have
And the places we used to find
All the wonderful memories
Stays on in my mind
How can I ever start anew
In the future living without you?
I don’t know. But what can I do?
It’s too late now.
Spanish Glen
_A surrealistic misty scene of bright green
Rounded tree tops dabbed onto the picture
Like dark splotches of paint on a canvas.
The fog filled the bottoms of the small valleys
The sun peeked through and lit up the haze
Reflected on the twisted patterns of the dirty brown streams
Running through the wonderfully curved small glens.
The dark shadows added to eeriness of the dreamscape.
Rounded tree tops dabbed onto the picture
Like dark splotches of paint on a canvas.
The fog filled the bottoms of the small valleys
The sun peeked through and lit up the haze
Reflected on the twisted patterns of the dirty brown streams
Running through the wonderfully curved small glens.
The dark shadows added to eeriness of the dreamscape.
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