He was her fire, who
Set her heart aflame
She was his breeze, who
Let his flames roar in love
But, it had to rain one day
Tearing them apart
So much that,
He was lost forever-
Like he never existed.
And she was turned to nothing-
But ashes
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Poetry"Only moths can understand the pleasure of burning in the flame" (Started:- 24 - January - 2019) (Completed:- 22 - March - 2019)
