Poem -
In the...
In the cold of the early morning
the caresses of the wind fill the void,
loneliness dances with the harmony of silence
that screams your absence.
In the middle of the night
the cold and memories are
a constant fight breaking the barrier
of time and distance.
Among the darkest early mornings
intertwine the saddest poems,
I literally have you in my arms and
you fade like water between my fingers.
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Comments
Loss is hard to bear. You express yourself well, here, in these words x
thank you so much 💓 💗...