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.
Poet and Artist ✫ Jay Mora-Shihadeh
"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-
Benjamin Grossman 
Deep and true poem🙏❤️