You are like,
The view of the sky at dawn,
The presence of dew behind the leaves,
A gentle breeze blowing.
My memory remembers, even if there is a sense of loss,
Your presence makes me stand still,
Realize this, that you are a loved one.
The thunderous rain falls to the earth,
The feeling of the heart being persuaded by it is indescribable,
Your smiling face, imagined in my mind,
It's enough to make me,
Fall with your charm.
A flower that blooms at dusk,
Sadly no one notices,
Far in the corner of your heart, a piece of kindness is embedded,
I hope that light will radiate someday,
Even though,
This self has not had time to be a witness.
This may be part of the world's entertainment,
As you say, not everything stays as it is,
This unexpected,
Overwhelming feeling,
Thanks for the memory,
I address this poem to that person,
The person who stole my heart,
*his name
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Guess what, I wrote this for my senior crush. And my friends sent the letter. What a memory.
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Color Of Life (A Collection)
PoetryMy mind keep thinking, thinking until I can't feel again. This will be never-ending, but who knows if one day I'll give up, it's the day I can feel right again, it's the day I feel like my story is enough. . . . "What if someone's heart want to live...
