When we parted
You said we would
Become nothing
Yet from nothing
Came something
old and new
borrowed blue
In layman terms:
A sorrow for at least one
Though maybe for two
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Artist, Poet, Writer
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
A Mystical World
Benjamin Grossman 
Deep and true poem🙏❤️