Of Sunrise and Sunset
It's ironic that we both
waited for the
sunrise to come,
only to feel like
watching the sunset.
The ending and
the coming down
of something beautiful
we made
under the sun.
So so beautiful, that it felt like love.
But it was not.
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Into the Deep
PoetryLet this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and le...
