Cleopatra
I had only been a part of her imagination. A piece of her poetry, a beautiful moment treasured with a kiss and blown away in the summer wind. We loved in the summer and summer has never happened since. We washed away with the rains.
I loved her best of all.
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Arcadia
PoetrySpilled thoughts, letters from no one, stories of another time, another place. - || H.R. : #50 in Poetry ||
