𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒆𝒔
The skies turned grey
as it took over the blues,
Silhouettes of our memories vanished
as the clouds move
Mad as the thunder and lightnings
Sad as the droplets let go, crying
Feeling the breeze
as the cold wind blows
They reminisce the past
of how the sun
always brightly in love
when it shows.
YOU ARE READING
from the one who never forgets
Poetryfelt in 2018, published in 2020 ; a poetry collection
