At the end of the world,
in the nothingness and ruin,
he calls upon memories
long forgotten and buried.
It's cold by her grave,
snowflakes caressing daffodils and gardenias,
tears gently flow down,
tracing a known path.
And he closes his eyes, feeling her from wherever she was!
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Hastily written, this one's a mess. Will edit it soon.
Love,
Pratyusha
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Winters Of The Heart | Versification ✓
Poetry| Versification 2023 | "The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth." - Jean Cocteau A poetry collection for the contest. Started: 1st April 2023 Completed: 30th April 2023
