A poet’s love
2023-03-07T11:21:18-05:00We wish we can live a life that cannot be reached We,
We waltzed through the rain Perfectly in sync Perfectly in the moment
At first, The grief was as thick as the Nimbostratus clouds That
It’s so hot; my igloo’s melting I’m chopping trees, my neighbour's smelting
What beauty lies in rain of darkened day? If sorrow blooms in
‘Tis a gloomius day with racshack clouds The squawkety squacks are chattering