She stared at me from the heaven above,
I stared at her in the blooming night sky,
Her face lighting up the dark orchard.
All we did was stare,
Till she lulled me to sleep.
And soon enough it was the daylight.
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Poesiawhen we love, we usually love so hard that it physically pains us to even think about leaving the person we love. this is a short collection of poetry written by me. it might not be the best, but its there. (also please dont think its a book about l...
