When Drizzle Meets Sunshine
He was sunshine and a cup of tea
that I once thought I'd love never
for I prefer drizzle and a coffee
as I lie awake in a cold weather
I was a pitch black empty space
and no one would dare to go in
yet I found him wandering inside
illuminating his golden light to me
He was a blinding beam of light
that stings on my eyes to see
yet I rather not lose on my sight
though its pain is slowly killing me
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
