When memories fade and voices die…
When all the warm thoughts are gone,
Love itself shall just slumber on…
True pleasure is in still carrying on,
Waiting and longing for the love to return,
I knew I would fail, I knew you won’t take me on bail,
But what is love without some stories, of some miseries and some glories?
From where I stand now, I see no point in looking behind,
Is it really so colorful, or am I just colorblind?
On a poetic note,
Priyanka
#VirtualSiyahi
Thanks for the new lesson on Love.
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😀 Thanks for reading!
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My pleasure.
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Lovely expression. I loved the title too.
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Thank you so much 😊
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Hope is all that we have – loved the poem
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Thank you so much, sometimes I just try my hands on poetry,I feel it is the best way of expression 😀
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You did a fab job –
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Thank you 😀😀🍫🍫
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My absolute pleasure
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Nice one
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Thanks 🙂
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Welcome
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Lovely Poem.. So expressive on love..
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Thank you so much!😊
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