White shirt,
Angel on earth,
Stolen gazes,
Pond in my desert.
We were Thirteen,
In a minute,
trapped me for an eternity.
A sorcerer's spirit.
Scorching sun,
Broken garden,
Middle of nowhere,
We were Adam and Eve in Eden.
Time flew; crossed paths again.
Similar soul but different skin.
A little less innocence,
A lot more Sin.
~a.b.
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Fire and Flood
PoetryShe hardly met sunshine, Her lover in disguise, But when they met, They drew colourful rainbows on the skies.
