"One summer day, on 6th May,
Like the wind, you passed away.
Locked in my room was I in mourning,
I was blind, trapped in black without a single morning.
My memories of you were all there was to keep me smiling,
In the end, I took my life away, slowly dying.
To get to you was my only prayer,
To live without you is a deadly nightmare."
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...
