Rocking Chair
I saw you lying on a chair,
Our rocking chair,
I saw you smiling on me,
Eyes glittered just the same,
Same eyes, my first love;
Time flies so fast,
Black turning white;
And I am crying,
Seeing how we made this far,
Our love so magical,
From us to dust,
Blown by the wind.
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Far Side of the Moon
PoetryNow, I am exposing what's on the unlit part of the moon. What you haven't seen. What you haven't heared. What you do not know. In form of poorly written poetries, prose and short stories. Highest rank: #4 in Poetry (08/06/17)
