Losing You 3 Poem by Noorie Ali

Losing You 3



My earth be gone like sand dust blew, away.
My hands be weighed like a ton in frozen, laid.
My eyes lose hope &
The twinkle in my pupil, be black so sad.
Lips converting blue and the roses fade
My legs tremble like a fish’s tale, dim.
Still, I wish id not lose you.
& you’re your marching hands

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