My heart is breaking,
Tiny teacup scattered on the floor.
My lips are now quivering,
For some time, my head has felt quite sore.
There is nothing in letters,
That tells of any reasons as to why you closed the door.
My mind of ruffled feathers,
When the wild grass grew near the river shore.
The branches of your arms,
Tied across your chest forevermore.
Your voice the sound of palms,
No longer can I ever adore.
hellenbarroso 
i love how the last two stanzas have to do with nature. and the rhyme. it’s a lovely poem 🙂
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