Sometimes in my solitude
when I recall our time together
I think of sunrise,
wild mountain flowers
and the nights we spent
entangled in embrace.
Yet even though you loved me
I knew that one day when it ended,
as a friend,
you would set me free.
A contest entry
- Quickie 10/10/1 by Leila.
300 points, ended May 18, 9 entries
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Comments
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Great write. Thanks for entering x

