A dark night descended on my soul, it was shattered by the pain of love. I clearly remember the bright day she came and sat next to me. How he listened to me with his curious ears, How he looked at me with his sweet eyes. How bright the future we drew, and only we hoped for. But if fate did not change, she did something bad and hurt me. The sun went down and darkened, dancing in the dark at night. Dark, black darkness and from it was born the day. The sun shone and rose, but she was no longer with me.
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Very good hd don't stop
I like!
Number 1, can you tell me what letter your name starts with?
I am the author. I don't think it's that good, but thanks for the encouragement. Poetry is a good thing, but I didn't start writing to be evaluated by people, but because I like it, and I think it's a good way to go and develop. I'm not so interested in the fact that some people will evaluate it badly, but just think how stupid it is to cut with your negative evaluations someone who has started to follow it.