So much
Love lost
Between
Crevices
In thoughts.
Too many
Tears shed
And still
There is
This drought
Like a
Carefree
Stream
From the
Mountains
Pristine
Inundated
With mirth
My love
Was so clean
Fountain
Of love
Breaking
Free.
Washed
Away
Remnants
Of miseries
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