I cry as I tasted the sweetness with a twist of bitterness of her soul. As her scarf was hanging around her neck dancing through the wind. She held my hand and placed it in her chest as I can feel every beat of her heart. Faster and faster. I closed my eyes and smell the breeze of summer just as I feel every part of her disappear into thin air. she was never mine, but she was once a part of myself who no longer exist.
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The Words of Honeylemon
PoetryWhat can happen to an 18-year-old University student if she stops publishing and writing stories online? Can the pandemic help her to push her limits and discover her passion for writing? Can she express herself through her words as this book unrave...
