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
I tell story of a village in India
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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-
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
Benjamin Grossman 
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!