She wears the flowers,
That bloomed within my garden.
The white petals under a blue sky,
To my eyes, she looks angelic.
I felt grateful just to witness,
The purest smile I have ever seen.
My heart will never forget
The way she made me feel.
In her smile, there is a 432 Hz frequency,
Brings the deepest joy to my soul.
It does not stop at my eyes,
It travels through, and reaches my heart.
When the sun goes down,
Her memories slowly rise.
When the daylight disappears.
Her name begins to glow.
She moved ahead toward her future,
Leaving me somewhere in the past,
Yet every moment in the present,
Feels like I am still with her.
Her presence walks with me still,
It speaks and fights with my love.
The war for her is fought in silence,
And there is neither win nor loss.
By
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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