It Came
Their love came,
like dewy white roses dropped in a coffin during a funeral — too late for people to appreciate their beauty.
Like newly served coffee that burned your tongue as you took a sip — too early to be drunk.
Like a young grass emerging in the garden of colorful flowers pulled by the gardener as soon as it sprouts — believed to ruin things around it.
But also like a daffodil in the sea of lavenders — its beauty's not where it's supposed to be.
And so their love came like a gentle wind — felt but never seen.
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Evanescence (Poetry & Prose)
Poetrythere is so much i want to tell you, yet i have no voice to say. then words came to the rescue, and poetry has it all became. ➿ to all our constants who treated us as temporary ➿ Highest Rank: #6 in Literary & 3 in Short Poetry (tags) #11 in Broken...
