Feeling the everlasting stillness,
leaves flutter through the coldness,
afraid that the wind would take me,
while counting from one to three.
I stood and walked like a poet’s pen,
staring at the moon now and then,
life is like a losing thread of force,
waiting to be taken from its source.
I looked at you with the same feeling,
It's not your fault that I've ruined everything,
I'm sorry if I couldn't finish what we've started,
to love you is certain, but to leave you is fated.
I turned around and walked on water,
with mournful memories behind a flower,
I’ll bury you while letting a single tear fell,
wishing, I should have sent a sad farewell.
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Randomly Unconscious
PoetryA collection of poems about the complexities and complications of life, love, and everything in between.
