Sorrow

A little black hole
returned to his chest
A bottle of wine
he opened again
He was on his knees,
such sorrow and pain
he had felt again
the last time he saw her
going through the end.
The old book of love
had gone quite away
It was time for him
to meet her again.

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🌻Mary, just a soul scribbling stories in the language of poetry. Here, in my corner, I put life into words with a sprinkle of wanderlust.

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