remember how we danced
every time it rained?
like peacocks spreading their wings
after a long hard day.
remember how we talked
every time the stars came?
like two lost souls had finally found
what left them sane and insane.
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7 Weeks Without You ✓
PoetryGrief is a five letter word but the turbulence it creates can last as much as five years, maybe even more. 7 Weeks Without You is not a story, but a state. Each week reflects one stage of grief: grief for the death of your loved one. Genre: Poetry ...
