To my uncle.
I got so busy with my youth,
With my poetry and paintings and all,
That I ended up forgetting about you.
I remember a moment like
You fetching me with an umbrella under the pouring rain,
With you being gone, it's never the same.
You cannot leave now from my head,
I am so sorry that
I forgot that you too existed.
-Adiiid
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Poetry For The Soul
PoetrySometimes, you have to breathe in poetry to feel alive again. And oh, come inside my Wonderland. Darling, I am waiting. Book cover by: @notursaint © Copyright 2016 By: Adiiid
