silently sitting under an old tree
while my back against the calm sea
in a blink of an eye
i saw myself quietly passing by
i was confused
and at the same time amused
who is that woman?
is she even a human?
i quickly followed her trail
but it was an epic fail
she was already gone
leaving me hanging under the burning sun
just a moment passed by
i blinked again my eye
then i was back at the sea
crazily smiling, already happy
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The Things We Don't Talk About | Poetry
Poetry❝We need to talk,❞ I said over the phone, hoping for the best. He agreed to meet me to the only place we call home. But he never came that day, sadly, he left me for good. These are the things that we don't talk about, which ended our journey. (feat...
