Like waves of the ocean, my hands rages through your skin.
I felt lightning from your eye, hurricane s from your lips.
As the floods starts rushing in, I thought to myself how will I ever escape this disaster that was bound to happen so naturally.
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The Way Trees Wait For Spring
PoetryWelcome to The Way Trees Wait For Spring Breathe between your tears and laughters Live through your lessons and memories Enjoy this short temporal moment of a human life
