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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Her whispers walked into my heart like whirlwind at twilight, each phrase turned to the solemn sentences like the lines of a graveyard farewell, those metalic words stirred the cloud and melted into teardrops in my skies. ''It's over, don't bother to ask why, you are a nice guy... goodbye" She muttered. with insane innocence garnishing her face she rendered the terrible lines. Behind her sour and sensual smiles, waves of words popped up like missles. The stars could not contain the storm, they became blurred at dusk, the flowers of our first night fell under the fountain of fears. The roof over our four year old tower is being carted away by the whirlwind. I stammered like a lad that finds it hard to learn his mother tongue, the tears at the gate followed each words as they burst from the hall of hurts, '' this is is not fair enough, You know I do nott deserve this'' I blabbed. Like the proverbial dog deaf to the hunter's whistle in the forest, she braised up to respond, twisting her tongue in a kiss mode, and with that same first smile that stole my heart, she dealt the final blow: the bombs landed on my heart safely and raised the dust of despair, she said '' spare me those rhetorics, I am fed up, it's final, get that into your poetic skull''. I sank into my sofa, as I watched her shadow walked out of the door. Eact teardrop left a trail, my tongue had a lion share of it's taste and my pillow had the better share of the fountain. The morning breeze carressed my lips, the orange sunlight stole through the curtains, I felt her warm arms all over me as I woke up to find her right by my side, with roses all around the bed. It dawned on me, that I never lost her after all. It was a dream in deciet.
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