The picture is from my gallery
In those golden summer days,
As exams loomed ahead,
We knew farewells awaited us,
Heartaches silently fed.
"How can I be far from you?"
I pondered, writing away,
Every thought etched in a scrapbook,
Love woven in every display.
Pictures of our cherished times,
With laughter, joy entwined,
People curious about its tales,
I smiled, memories enshrined.
She was the spark in my life,
The joy in each passing day,
Her presence brought solace,
Her absence, heartache's sway.
Her anger pricked like thorns,
Her silence, a balm so pure,
My dearest friend she was,
Whom my heart did adore.
About the Creator
Kiara
I observe natural occurring phenomenon and express them in words. Art is my passion. I want to become an Arabic Calligrapher.
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