"Time heals all wounds
In the early month of June
Our gazes met under the full moon.
Time had stopped for me,
Like the stopping of the tidal waves in the vast sea.
But time also betrayed and passed,
The moments we had didn't last.
I weeped, recalling our memories,
Alone in our room, in our bed, a beautiful reverie.
The smell of your hair doesn't leave my nose,
Like a mere ghost
I lay awake, holding a red rose.
Time took away the color of the thorny flower,
Time was fading, ready to take away my remaining power, my love, I've reached my hand for you.
I depart in less than an hour."
A.S
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Creation of Rainbows (A book of Poetry)
Poetry"The rain fell hard on the broken ground, it never stopped it's loud and painful sound. The world crumpled into darkness, the one crying for years was a total mess. He was just waiting for a single glow, but the time he was living in was going slow...
