The ENCOUNTER

As ink flows out from my pen
Lucid thoughts ruminates the vortex of my sanity
Flustered for the surreal encounter
so brief, yet the magnitude it created
were ripples I could have never imagined 

You have become like a mist
on every petals in spring
nurturing tormented soul
satiating every unappeasable hunger
As you sustain an insignificant life

But like every pages that turn
Or leaves that fall in Autumn
You walked away and broke me
while I hold the shards of broken memories
that relinquished every joy you brought me

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