ML - Hello Poetry

ML Sep 2016

b&w

It was all white
Bright, ceaseless, full of possibilities

Then it turned just black for you
Nothing, too sudden, an ending

Now in the gray area
Here I still remain

#bw

ML Aug 2016

Part 2

Too much drizzle is okay. Too much of the rain, unbearable.

I'm sorry i became the rain. I'm sorry i became too much.

#rain

ML Aug 2016

Part 1

I think when people say they love the rain, they meant only the drizzle. Because once the storm sets in, once the flood rises, they cower, they leave.

#rain

ML Apr 2016

fire

it spread too fast
burned so bright
gone out too soon

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