More often
they don't recognize
what they've lost
until it becomes
memoir of yesteryears.
He loved
he went far
lost his way
returned home
before sunset.
The night
taught him lessons
he forgot
before the dawn, and
fell in love again.
they don't recognize
what they've lost
until it becomes
memoir of yesteryears.
***
Some poems
written on soul
refuse
to be exposed
on paper.
***
He loved
he went far
lost his way
returned home
before sunset.
***
It passed
so fast
that we couldn't
even bid
a final adieu.
***
The night
taught him lessons
he forgot
before the dawn, and
fell in love again.
***
2 After Thoughts:
Awesome collection! :D
Keep writing \m/
Sunakshi: Thank you :)
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