and to the stars
I will count the things
you have taught me.
the dawns and dusks
that passed through
our eyes;
the storms we have
calmed.
they know our tales,
every detail of it,
and they will never fail
to remind me.
you are an emblem
I've carved to my bones.
so I will count it.
I will count it exhaustless
until my breath
is the only thing that roams
with the wind.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To Nimbus
Poetry[ 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...
