Clouds devoured the sky and drowned my room in its shadow. The clock tick-tocked twelve, yet my eyes were still wide open. Words sprouted in my mind into a rose with exquisite thorned rhymes. I plucked it and held it with my young bones, then whispered, “I hope I’ll remember you.”
Sunlight soon kissed my skull, and my sight fell upon my palm. The words turned into wilted remnants. I became desperate, wanting to travel to the past, but it has gone like a meteor I have failed to see. Then the wind whispered to my ear, "Why did you forget me?"
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Letters To Nimbus
Poesia[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
