Avoid me all you can;
that is what I want to do, either.
We were both jumping
in puddles
to our heart's content,
then the next thing I knew,
we were both sick of the rain.
Neither of us
even questioned it.
Run away from me,
and I will do the same
to you.
But know that I won't hesitate
to share my umbrella with you.
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Letters To Nimbus
Poetry[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
