you gave the storm a name similar to yours, and the wind carried it to my lungs; to my soul. the sun didn't let me foresee it all. i am ruined.
— like a storm you are.
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Letters To Nimbus
Poesía[ 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...
epilogue
you gave the storm a name similar to yours, and the wind carried it to my lungs; to my soul. the sun didn't let me foresee it all. i am ruined.
— like a storm you are.
