After sixty years,
It was still her tears,
That made his eyes
Cry and weep.
After a hundred wish,
It was still her kiss,
That made his lips
Smile with ease.
After a thousand mile,
It was still her smile,
That made his heart
Skip a beat.
After a million dreams,
It was still her screams,
That made his bones
Rattle and freeze.
After numerous violence,
It was still her absence,
That made him
Keep away from sleep.
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COCKTAIL
Poetry"In the sea of emotions, My life's a rough sail. To drown the storms out, I pour a glass of COCKTAIL." Who knows what life suddenly throws at you? Lemon? Apple? Cherry? Orange? The bigger thing is to make a cocktail out of it. After all, what bette...
