the day which ceased in your arms
now the nights have turned dark
black numbness appalls this soul
when will you return, a cry strolls
a phone call or a text, I wait
two people living in different states
bounded by the witchcraft of time
when shall we finish our rhyme?
Full poem can be found on spillsword.com
My first submission got accepted. Excited I was when I received an email of the acceptance of my this piece of writing by Spillwords Press. Thank you all for your continuous support and motivation. You helped me in crafting wings to fly. Please let me know how is it by rating as well as comments on this post.
Thank you Spillwords for publishing.
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