Brown were her eyes
that whispered this tale,
She clasped her lover alas
and shoved him away,
Thousands oceans he sailed
to burn as the light;
A kiss was all the price
to make her nights a day.
// Rash //
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Under The Moonlit Sky
Poetry"Whenever it rained ☔ I wrote poems about her And I'm not even a poet ."
