The tedium sundisck
gently bade farewell to the sea.
At that hour, you confessed me
that there is no love.
I felt a touch of sadness—
Yet without anguish or sorrow—
For your bitter words rang out
Like thunder growl.
We part ways—you and I—forever;
Perhaps both you and I to be blame ever.
The tedium sundisck
gently bade farewell to the sea.
At that hour, you confessed me
that there is no love.
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
A great image of a sun's fire doused by water as love is doused by denial. Well done
Well done
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