Came in the memories of him
I floated in them for a while
Until the daylight turned dim
I went too far
To a galaxy with a new set of stars
All studded in one curve, his smile
He was a masterpiece of some mystique art
His ways were relic
Those tad imperfections almost angelic
Cursed with wisdom in immaturity
He was a thunder cloud with shining clarity
He was a lesson more than a lover
But I sent him away in furious fervor
Seeking his morals, today I grow
To me, he'll remain a blessing more than a sorrow
Mandovi Jadoun.©

Can relate to it, so heart felt
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DeleteAmazing poetry! I love that the rhymes were not forced but natural. xo
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DeleteSo beautiful life of oneness
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