It's the only memory left
Where time remained frozen
Where history was all that mattered
Where her smile never ceased
Now it was only history
And It held no sentimental value than a photograph.
-Kassey
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ETHEREAL
PoetryElegant, exquisite, beautiful. Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world. It's a language so soft, soothing and calming. It's beautiful and understanding yet so absurd to us. It reaches the deepest parts of o...
