The Distance.
Sunlight seeps through the white blinds that are halfway closed. Your white room now has a soft shade of yellow.
The trees outside stand still, but I can feel the coldness of the room. It's as if I were in Alaska, and you in Andros.
The distance is far,
And so is the right side of the bed.
Sincerely,
T.W.N.
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To All The Feelings Left Unsaid
PoetryHere lies a collection of poems that paves the pathway through the inner thoughts and feelings of a young soul experiencing life, with love and losses in between.
