Forgery was indeed casted as forever
I saw her
And she saw me,
When coincidentally we were on punished to do chores in the classes
I remember her smiling at me
As she felt a little less lonely over her pain.
Neither of us, had dream then
Couldn't tell when everyone else did
The window cracks
Blue sky melting
The lampbacks hovering in the shadow lanes, cigarette smell from the office room,
Butterfly plum is waiting for you, a forever.
If it may wait for, me?
Maybe,
Or fiesta.
By kids won't cry,
By love is I felt, was the try of good being. .
and the piller;
between the two class doors, a place where we whispered words, remorselessly playing away,
while the chalk dust is almost chocking us to death.
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Jumping Into Constellation
Poetry[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
