" all at once she was jolted out of paradise,
and blanketed in forlorn tranquility.
she couldn't stir out of this nightmare
for, now they were gone forever.
immortal memories hovered in the house,
where their laughters would never be heard again.
now, their voices were just the rustle of the leaves
and their story a mere writing on the wall.
if they were really gone,
why does she still keep hearing their screams?
why does she still hope to wake up to their smiles? "
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this chapter is dedicated to @cordiformm
the gif is specially for maya, @uponmyimagination . look at the two of them. i am already in tears.
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Poetryif it ever means anything at all, it is poetry of humans, about humans. #36 in poetry on 04.07.2016 |lowercase intended.|
