Good times fled like autumn leaves
the journey ended before the trees were counted
free falling it was
to scale heights never traversed before
one chilly gaze could freeze a fiery heart
those snug moments can warm a cold night like today
springs and fall, how many to number
not all is strewn
a crumpled page
and an unread poem
truth of life, beautifully put into words. well done, sir.
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Thanks yash
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Awesome Melven. Congratulations
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Thanks pat
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Truly brilliant sir. You wrapped the whole big philosophical meaning of life into these few words. Uniquely stunning. I guess I’m already in cue for more of your poems.
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Well … it feels pleasant to receive a handful of comments at the first poetry… might pen more often !!!
And thanks !
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