I love how the sky is painted with gold, and the sun proudly showing its magnificence. People will even wait to see its perfection as it is sinking down, slowly dissapearing in the horizon. I see people smile as they admire the sunset. Even I, I really love sunsets and I will never get tired of it. I am happy and I know for sure that I am. But there is a slightest tinge of sadness in my heart. The pain is still here, I guess the wounds he left me didn't heal yet. Downhearted, as I reminisce every tiny shreds of our memories together. I remember you and how you hold me as we watch the setting sun. You said you love sunsets, it teaches us that even endings can be beautiful. And I miss you, I smiled as I thought, "Just like the sunsets, we ended up beautifully." And now I know you are watching the sunset too, I only wished that I could watch it again with you.
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Prose and Rose
PoetryWords are just words unless you sprinkle love on it. And if there is love, the words you'll read will come to life. It will glow like the sun, shine like the moon, twinkle like the stars, that will leave you in awe and in deep admiration. Here are...
