i saw a spark
i saw how vibrant it is
i saw it with my own bare eyes
so i ran towards it
i followed it
i depended my life in it
yet when i am so near at catching it, it faded
yet when it was right in front of me, it disappeared
it was a once in a blue moon scenario.
why did i let it slipped by?
- i didn't mean to
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a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
