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Just want to point out that this is NOT about global warming or any topic such as that. It's simply dealing with me moving away from the place that I grew up and spent a lot of time whilst in bad depression.
Loss
The cry of a bird in the morning's chill,
The whisper of the stream so soft,
The howl of the winter's full moon wind:
These are what are now lost.
The smell of the pine and oak,
The feel of the naked grass,
The light of the freezing moon:
Are now figments of the endless past.
The lone wanderer of autumn's void,
The mist of the twilight dawn,
The rain that covers the distant lands:
Are now forgotten, forlorn and lost.
The world that was mine has vanished into time.
And the life that I once led,
Is abandoned now for all is said.
Now that my world is lost.
The whisper of the stream so soft,
The howl of the winter's full moon wind:
These are what are now lost.
The smell of the pine and oak,
The feel of the naked grass,
The light of the freezing moon:
Are now figments of the endless past.
The lone wanderer of autumn's void,
The mist of the twilight dawn,
The rain that covers the distant lands:
Are now forgotten, forlorn and lost.
The world that was mine has vanished into time.
And the life that I once led,
Is abandoned now for all is said.
Now that my world is lost.
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I didn't spend much time nitpicking throught this since I normally lose the motivation to write whilst doing that with poetry. I have NO idea at all for what to do for the puncuation of each line since I normally write stories but any advice would be very, very welcome! 
