Everything you do,
everything I say
is suspended in the layers
of admiration and disbelief.
What I feel lies somewhere between
“the love that is” and “the love that cannot be”.
This place,
where my uncertain feelings live,
here you will find my many graves
and here I will die again.
Not because your love can’t save me,
but because I doubt every heart
that holds me too dear,
I want to run away from this love
that is ready to die with me.
Discussions on life influences and travels
repaus cu cap
Images brought to you by Bren and Ashley Ryan
d.picard19@gmail.com
Sanoja, kuvia, ääniä
We Blog Here!!
the breezes at dawn have secrets to tell you... ~ Rumi
Life and Creativity in the South of France
Observing, Gathering, Gleaning, Sharing
Sharing my journey in and out of the garden
the joy of creativity
Gardens, food, and local pleasures
A diary of my life in rural north Suffolk.
Photos, art - and a little bit of LIT.
A blog dedicated to the joy and adventure of thinking (and often spiced with humor).
Being different.....
🦋 The Official Website of Australian Writer Chrissy Siggee
A fun animal blog for when you’re inhaling those fumes.
Asleep at the wheel, but awake in my dreams....
The lines, “No because your love can’t save me / but because I doubt every heart / that hold me too dear” is very striking and powerful. Wonderful poem, Nayana!
Thanks a lot 🙂 😀
This is so deeply beautiful and powerful.
Thank you so much 🙂 😀
Wow that is a very moving poem – I especially was caught by this line – “where my uncertain feelings live,
here you will find my many graves
and here I will die again.”
Really glad that you liked it 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Very evocative poem!
Thank you 🙂😊
Nayana the lines,
‘This place,
where my uncertain feelings live,
here you will find my many graves
and here I will die again.’ say it all. This poem is hauntingly beautiful.
Really glad that you liked it 🙂
Thank you so much, means a lot 🙂