You were the wind that blew
into me when I was sweaty
by the summer heat and
the stars that I admire
at terrace during the night.
You were those eyes
that I could never meet.
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For Him
PoetrySaudade /saw-dad/ a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone distant, or that has been loved and then lost; "the love that remains" A collection of short free verse poetry. 🥈free verse 🥈unspoken
