Euphoria: A Poetry Collection by Rosemary - HTML preview

He takes my hand and we dance through the night.

Giving me purple dried-up flowers to make a spell

to stay with him and live out days in a misty blue.

Living happily.

e cool breeze hit my face,

the wind through my hair

and we run.

Running to the light.

I love him.

Home is the light.

Smells like pomegranates

and inches away I’m free.

Euphoric laughter feels in my lungs and tears in

my eyes.

I almost kissed him and my eyes awoke…

For then I ripped euphoria right out of my own

heart.

"She's awake!" ey said

and him, who I love, is forever gone.

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