Eleven moons ago, my heart was drenched in blue.
Presently, sitting here on the bench, I can see through.
The place we used to love, with the clouds running like deer.
The place we used to visit, with the wind blowing at the rear.
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I admire your ability to wait that long. Waiting is not an assurance, the other person can never have a courage to go back.
'Lifeless, motionless—like a patient to an amputator.' always like this, all kind if 'less'
'You're my sun; unquestionably, you're my saving grace.' this line is so true, i connect ti this
This is not for me. Waiting for someone who are so unsure, but nice poem though