Our love was like the mystical clouds,
Engulfing mountains in their white shroud.
So beautiful it was,
Full of peace, devoid of flaws.
Sad it is,
For every cloud soon loses it's form,
And you were equal to a storm,
And our clouds turned dark and poured rain,
You said goodbye,
Pouring me tears and insurmountable pain.
~*~
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Limerence
Poetry''They were no more together. But she lived in him forever. '' #3 in poetry (29/08/2016)
