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Without You
Coming storm I am,
drifting, distant,
dampness of rain
from afar
sodden your lips.
Closer, the storm carries
in gentle arms
of swift winds,
each drop
of tear-showers.
drifting, distant,
dampness of rain
from afar
sodden your lips.
Closer, the storm carries
in gentle arms
of swift winds,
each drop
of tear-showers.
Published 2nd Dec 2018
Author's Note
A poem about separation from a significant other.
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
My poetry/short story website: www.gothicsurrealism.com
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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