And when she left, my world was dark and gray.
It was without its beauty.
But I could still feel her in my soul.
I could still sense her in the shadows.
And that made the pain better.
Shadows
And when she left, my world was dark and gray. It was without its beauty. But I could still feel her in my soul. I could still sense her in the shadows. And that made the pain better.
1–2 minutes
Kim V. Poetry 
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