When rain has finally ceased.
Curled with dew,
On a bathed tree.
When the tide's fury trembles.
The sky brightens,
And smiles new.
When words are lastly spoken.
You may cry,
Those tears of joy.
When a year has passed in a hurry.
You may wish,
Your life to rewind.
But I promise,
When our lips meet to part ways.
I will whisper,
Between our space.
"There is no goodbye,
There is no end.
All that I shall say,
Is until we meet again..."
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Drifting Poetry
Puisi*****E-AWARDS WINNER [Third Place in Poetry]***** A selection of poems created when inspiration was plentiful.... This book is now completed! Started: 2015 Ended:2019
