Ruin

What was left but longing?

By Nile.Published 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

When I lost her,

Earth wept, Stars fell, Heavens rent,

Mountains quaked to dust.

sad poetry heartbreak

About the Creator

Nile.

"Art speaks through the heart, and soothes the mind and soul."

I believe in hard work, kindness, and change. I love to create something out of nothing: in writing and in life.

I hope that my stories can take you somewhere today. 😊

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What was left but longing?

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