As time passes, loneliness remains present
Suddenly, the breeze metamorphoses,
Myself roams aimlessly like the seeds of the dandelions,
Once again, the thought of you...
Never fails to efflorescence,
Stop asserting to me that, with the passage of time,
Complete healing of a given affliction will certainly occur...
Because I am still mourning..
A year ago, on April 22, 2022, I had a loss. Ever since their departure, it has been difficult for me to write. Today, for the first time, I was able to gather up the courage to write a poem.
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