the night falls,
under the space dust
we've met
for the last time.you didn't end it,
neither do I—
love ended us.| venflorive |
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Along The Wildflowers' Field
Poetrypoetry from love and pain to healing and growth.
〣anguish of solitude
the night falls,
under the space dust
we've met
for the last time.you didn't end it,
neither do I—
love ended us.| venflorive |