Clocks turned, candles melted, worlds rotated,
Left and right, side by side. Memories remained unfaded.
The sun rose to seek the moon that remained unseen,
Looking up to the sky, I simply stood there unknowingly in between.
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Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
