[Poetry] Where We Will Always Be

Her lips were as soft as the silky petals
Of all the roses in the meadow,
And her body swayed as graceful as
The flurries of the winter snow.

When I left her that day, my tears
Watered the meadow green.
All the days can pass, but this king
Will not find another queen.

ยฉ Jade M. WongRead More »

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