Like mud and stone,

we lived alone.

In different zones,

we’ve surely grown.

 

Once close, now apart.

Don’t make this hard,

on our gentle hearts.

The pain must start

 

But why restart?

This story created,

it seemed like art.

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*Photo taken with iPhone  6s*

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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