"A flower knows, when its butterfly will return,
and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;
but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,
when I don't know, if you will ever come back."
- Sanober Khan
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Funny how life is sometimes
Precious treasures we left behind
Island lovers, young and free
White-sand pure, gigantic dreams
...
Apart we veered by aspirations
Ruthless waves, different directions
Existence measured by perception
A quest for more, an expedition
...
Each encounter, fresh insight
Distant lovers, rotating flights
...
Danced without our island songs
A different beat, a different slang
Breath
Exhaled
Looked beyond
...
Vast spaces, spectacular scenes
Anticipation, chaotic shopping sprees
Seasons changed, artistic shades
Carousel turned, luggage claimed
...
Non-stop red, lane-by-lane
Winter skies, crispy air
Heaven filled with flakes of white
The Night The Visitor came
...
On bending knees I took her hand
Enormous dreams, future plans
Breathe
Exhaled
Danced
To the rhythm of a familiar song
The night The Visitor came
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- Thomas © Dec. 19, 2015
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The Visitor
PoetryThe Visitor was written for the Mistletoe Mischief. A Wattpad Romance Anthology, created and hosted by @MichelleJoQuinn. - https://www.wattpad.com/197990714-mistletoe-and-mischief-a-wattpad-romance-anthology
