We were a beautiful sunrise coming slowly up over the mountains where we stayed in the sky, the beautiful hours of warm light followed. but every sunrise has a sunset and not all of them are pretty. There I stayed in the night with only echos of your voice in the halls untill we began to rise again up over the horizon to meet the endless blue. But the clouds rolled in quickly to hide all the light and now I am again left in the dark of night.
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Shallow wells
PoetryShallow Wells hold an ocean of water. Few words hold the most emotions. Shallow words can create an ocean of damage.
