We met in a wrong time
That's what I keep telling myself anyway,
Maybe years from now we'll see each other
In a coffee shop of a city far away.
I hope we could give it another shot
I will keep this hope, and find a way
To steer past all blocked roads
To fill up the gaps and then to stay.
But I am sorry, this is not the right time
Because I am still lost to find that ray
Which is going to float through the winds
Guiding in the waves until I hit the bay.
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Poetry Arena
PuisiRaw writer, with his skill of rhyming tries to write on the topics concerning the youth. Feelings, relationships and other harsh and painful topics. Just give it a try! I'm sure you would like my writings.
