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a poem.

It’s something you can’t see.

It's Something you feel.

 

It’s something that you can’t explain.

It's Something you can only listen to.

 

“But how can it be gone? “She asked.

 

Maybe you were looking for roses.

But felt the thorn.

You were looking for clouds.

When all you heard was the storm.

 

-Us

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

guys i am back! i have been working on this book!

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

Perfect is the sum up of this quotible write.

[conversations with her ..]

this was short yet so beautifully written


this is one of my favourite poems, thanks for sharing!

[wordman]

and you`re back with a bang ! great write