When nights filled my quietude,
and lost is where I found solitude,
you came and loved me,
rising dawn to the sea.
That dawn radiated warmth of summer;
melted the lonely cold of December.
And you are like a sweet scent of spring.
Hoping. Brimming of joy. Caring.
It was autumn when you became a ghost,
leaving me asking and again—lost.
Clouds reigned the sky, I don't know why.
The winds comforted me as I cry.
It was winter, and I'm still looking for you.
Give me a reason why you left. I am in woe.
Through the snow I felt your absence.
You and I... lovers in pretence.
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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...
