The echoes of your voice, I cannot remember them anymore,
Your face, your pretty face, I no longer, can visualise,
My hands touch yours, the feeling, I cannot describe.
In a distant place, where it snows, there you smile.
…….
The days go by, time never stands still, it’s only life that remains,
We are living under a pretence, of love and hate.
Pondering about our purpose, pondering whom to blame,
We are all different, that is our only trait.
…….
The calmness in the air, reminds me of the moments we shared,
How do I remember them, how can I forget?
Fleeting thoughts, I suppose, like the burning of a flair,
Or is just the smoke from the cigarette?
A lot of words to ponder in this beautiful poem. Very lovely writing.
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Thank you.
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Wow, beautiful
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Thank you. Thank you very much.
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Hi, John Doe! 😀
This is a very beautiful piece..!
Keep it up!! 🙂
Regards,
Ananya 🙂
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Thank you.
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You’re very welcome..! 🙂
It was a pleasure reading that piece! 😀 🙂
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Thank you very much. Thank you once again.
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🙂
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I’m stunned speechless–your poetry is palpable.
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Thank you very much.
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Most welcome.
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Thank you, once again.
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And again you’re welcome 🙂
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Okay, I need to stop or this could go well into the night.
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Hahahaha–me too; though I’m usually a night hours person, I’m tired (cleaning house, moving furniture)–thanks, and have a blessed night 🙂
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Yeah, I’m more of a night person, too. It’s half past noon here, though. Have fun with your chores. Nice talking to you, I’ll see you around, I guess.
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🙂
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Love to me is never complete
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Makes you keep going for more.
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I see
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