He stands right there, but doesn't
A word of affection,
A minute of disbelief for her;
And all falls into place like it never fell apart
Words flow like a river - vivacious from the outside but graceful from the inside
The blink of an eye and he isn't there;
A tear followed by an expression as defunct as a being without a soul
The blink of an eye and he still isn't there;
Tears followed by tears - each holding a memory with warmth
Forty five years in forty five moments
Not capable of taking it anymore, she takes her last breath and bids goodbye
He stands right there, but doesn't
They stand right there, but don't
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Captivated- A Collection of Prose and Poetry
ŞiirEach part of this collection is as different from each other, as it is similar. A compilation of prose and poetry touching the otherwise untouched themes of life; something you won't regret reading.
