You are my anchor to sanity.
Ruyaa.
A dream
like the rain, and colours,
like stars and the moon
and patches of sky.
You pervade my thoughts.
Ruyaa.
A vision
like wind, and stretches of sea.
Like snow and maple leaves,
and words, sheer words.
You are my sweetest memory.
Ruyaa.
A dream
like an invisible friend,
an unborn twin, a rain-like love, so beautifully, beautifully sad.
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Poetic Blues
PoetryTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016
