Late afternoons on cobble streets
The sun sets between the trees
If I had a penny for my every thought of you
The wishing well would not know what to do
Biscuits, tea, and newspaper every morning
Early strolls in town with a puppy on a leash
I stop by a dress shop, a tuxedoed mannequin was sitting
"Please hold my hand and stay with me," I quietly wish
The lake by the mountain looks magical at midnight
Dancing along with the ripples of water is the moonlight
If a swan swam across the water and starlights fell
I'd think magic existed and my longing for you would quell
My white dress under the stars would make travellers think
"Fairies exist! I saw one in the forest, I did!"
They do not know that fairy merely wanders for her heart to not sink
In sadness, longing, and pain from years long gone after farewells were bid
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Chasing Grief
PoetryA poetic adventure of a woman navigating life after losing her love, Chasing Grief takes you in a swirl of imagery, scenery, and emotions. Join her as she recalls the past, yearns for her love, and journeys through the Earth, heaven, and hell to com...
