Not a day goes by,
without me wandering why.
The end came so soon,
like the rising of the moon.
Maybe a new start,
with a skip of my heart.
You take my hand,
and we walk to another land.
Where we are free,
and the waves crash into the sea.
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Samy's Poetry
PoetryA little bit of poetry from this crazy mind of mine. Hope it helps you feel something. Maybe even think something. <3
