The sounds long dead and are born again
as the crack appears in time
and you walk into these arms
swallowing the sun,
swallowing the world,
leaving just us,
just me
looking at your memory passing me by.
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So beautiful! Well done!
Thanks a lot 😁
Wonderful!!
Glad you liked it.☺️
Thanks ☺️😁
Beautiful! And this picture reminded me of childhood when i used to play with the dust particles highlighted by the ray of sunlight falling inside room!
Thank you 🙂
(had the exact same thought when I saw that picture 🙂 )
Haha i can understand that! 😄 it was so engrossing that activity!! Much more than today’s video games 😃
This is an elegant and moving poem! Immediately puts one’s heart in tune with the feelings you portray!
xoxo
Thanks a lot 🙂
So glad you liked it 🙂
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come enjoy – JUST US – a poem of yearning and remembrance.
Thanks a lot for the reblog. 🙂
You are so very welcome!!!
xoxo
Beautiful my friend!
Glad you liked it 🙂
Thanks 🙂