Like the Decembers in her life ,
she will let you go ;
and in January next year ,
she will be reborn .
Just how the fog disappears
with the coming of the new light ,
the she who once loved you ,
will be gone before your eyes open
to the new dawn
after the last nightfall .
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Poetry" where she is the queen " At this point, my words don't even mean anything, my lines are random, my meanings are all over the place, my endings are left in the middle. I've not the slightest idea if I can compose something coherent. It all feels li...
