Departed Poem by Alee Awthif

Departed



''And the last thing before we departed was a brief kiss,
We both want to carry away taste of love hundreds miles from one another,
I have tasted here spring, autumn in new city.
But the sweetness of your breath,
Nothing here to meet even nearest,
Either the wind blows after the rain, ''

Monday, October 31, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,city,kiss,spring,wind
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