I thought the Earth would end
When you took your last breath
Stop on its axis and shatter
Swept into the cosmic void
By the tidal waves
of my loud lament
How cruel of it to keep spinning
Ten years after
3,652 dawns
3,652 dusks
and a million fleeting moments
Without you
About the Creator
Daniela Alejandra
Life's a journey and I don't have map.
I long to create worlds like the ones I would read about under the blankets late at night.
Magical realism.
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