the only thing is left is the manuscript
rereading it for the last time,
of the life of those fantasies has expired
now he knows what the agony had been for.
reminiscing the old days for the last time
he smiled with tears flowing down,
he takes one last trip to their shore,
stepping on the sand barefoot
building sand castle as the sun goes down.
at last, the manuscript he holds
isn't his stories to make anymore.
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24 May 2024
YOU ARE READING
coeur blessé: THE LOST MANUSCRIPTS
ŞiirMy enthusiasm for writing has sud3denly faded, like if my glass heart has broken into pieces that can never start again. I searched the depths of the sea, but all I could find was emptiness. I used to think that love might be golden, but now it's al...
