Our love was high above
Like a flying dove
But then it became low
Which made it change to melt like snow
Now we are
Unhappy, broken heart, and sad for our pass
But we still share
A piece that we call it a friend
I made poems wright
For the past that we had
To see what was not right
In our love that made us apart
Now there is a hollow
In your place that no one can take
Because our love was stationary
which I want to follow
By: Ameneh Dahani <3
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