He's waiting for her to come back.
He looks up at the moonless night sky.
This is all he can see without her.
A sigh is as far as he can breathe.
She's waiting to see him.
She looks at the dark starless sky.
Dark is all she can see without him.
A tear is as quiet as her prayers can reach.
A/N: Day 8 of 100 Days of Poetry, written on July 30th.
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Pinwheels and Dead Leaves
PoetryThis is a compilation of my works in the year of 2016. I was pretty active that year, really inspired by love and friends, and started reading and discussing philosophical things. It was also the year that our group the Ice Cream Club did the 100 da...
