Good byes
and
farewells
have always been
the hardest part.
They're like the
night which arrives
without any
stars, or the moon
, or clouds,
for that matter,
and yet,
there's just the waiting,
The waiting for
the sun to rise,
and vanish all our cries.
And the rest,
I hope,
and
will,
end up here.
Just here.
Because,
one more word,
and my soul would shatter
into dust,
and nothing else.
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The Untold Stories.
Storie brevi// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
