We are family
Flock and fairly
To be so weary
Wearily reefing
Cutting the wind
Lights be dimmed
Arranged in our seating
Did I lose you in our organization
Was it the impulsive me with imagination
That you thought so highly of and sought after
While I aimlessly fought for your smiles and laughter
Does it scare you now that I will most probably never return
And that the flames of our love and kisses of lust, will never once more burn
Β© The Sad Owl
There is a fragrance of lost love in your poems. Its simply too good . pain is not so good to deal but it’s greatest inspiration to create beautiful artπ
Hoping to read more. πππ
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