Your goodbye
Is the clouds moving in
The sun eclipsed
The stars never out
The moon packed up
When you leave it mysteriously feels
Like we’re living under different skies
Your goodbye
Is the clouds moving in
The sun eclipsed
The stars never out
The moon packed up
When you leave it mysteriously feels
Like we’re living under different skies
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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
A lover of words
A Mystical World
Excellent imagery. Reminds me of young love. 🙂
Thank you. Young love, yes. That’s a feeling I could hold onto forever!
Absolutely. 🙂
Oh, happy. The world is bright and filled with light when there is a post from you. Divine!! 🔆
That’s far too generous and kind, but thanks! 🙂
Well I don’t think it is (too…)! :)) Love your poetry. It’s among my very favourite few. 💛
Oh, thanks again! 🙂
Goodbyes move our stars and everything with it.. Nicely expressed
You’re absolutely correct. Thanks for leaving some words!