Storms Of Goodbye
Bittersweet Sensations
The feeling came late, like weeds through the concrete
The smell of the rain rose, like mist, in the air
The deafening sound, like soldiers marching feet
The sight of the storm was beyond compare
The bittersweet taste of your lips as you kissed me, softened the blow, the day you set me free
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Comments (7)
Love the rhyme scheme in this great poem.
Wow. Amazing. Thankyou
This was so poignant and emotional. Loved it!
Very well done and peaceful.
Beautiful piece. Well done.
Brilliantly and marvelously penned!!!❤️❤️💕
This is beautiful, one of my favourites so far!💕