It's like life has turned itself into poetry,
The way stars are shining,
The way her face is glowing under the moonlight,
The way he smiles at her,
Sitting by the bench hand in hand,
Life had finally taken a pause for their moment,
The morning walk amidst the winter fog,
The winding hair with summer air,
The life that feel so pretty,
Just like his and her imagination,
As both of their hearts, minds and souls fit into that moment.
As if the trees surroundings have to life,
Which watching them,
The way cherry blossomed with the arrival of spring,
The seasons representing how their love lasted,
While the walk through the same roads hand in hand,
And the that place will be their memory,
When their grey hair will turn into ashes,
And when their body will remain in graveyard.
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The Mad People's Dorm
Poetry"Mad People's Dorm" is a heartfelt collection of poetry that takes you deep into the emotions and thoughts of someone battling anxiety, betrayal, and inner turmoil. Each poem is a window into a mind that has faced darkness and is striving to find li...
