Dusk is quietly approaching.
The sirens are calling.
They're mouthing your name.
Something that I can't tame.
Here I lie,
On the side, where boats passes by.
The last time I was here,
You were clutching me near.
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Summer Solstice and other poems
PoetryImagination has no limit, fall in love secretly. A collection of poetries about love, life, mental health, happiness and imagination.
