Wasted tears
Rain
Touches your face
As you draw my own
In the clouds
Eyes
Watch you
Watching me
Within your heart
Wind blows
And we're standing
Separate windows
The same star
Flickering
In the distance
Hidden
Under a million hats
And more names
The proud
The introvert
The cheerful
The sweet
Only you can see
Right into me
Lost
In place and time
Or maybe beyond them
As we rummage
The messes of our lives
we make mistakes
And rectify
The more wrong paths
The more we know
We're getting closer
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10 comments:
very nice maha...i felt sadness...distance...
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as Brian states...there is sadness.
it echoes in the wind...and blows over the reader...softly, ever so softly.
Yes, sadness, but hope too.
Beautiful...
Very nice
"The more wrong paths, the more we know." Therein lies the hope of being an endless screw-up. And of friendships...in the flesh, and here virtually...those friendships help us with that "rummage" of the messes and somehow the pieces sort themselves out.
I also feel the sadness in this poem but it's very good!
I really enjoyed it.
Margie :)
Wow. So beautiful.
So very beautiful Maha ... ♡
Maha...
A Friday Flash 55 is a a story with a Central Character, a plot, and EXACTLY 55 words!
Try this again....
BTW...Your Poem was GREAT!
Thanks for visiting...Galen
So many sighs, falling breath, falling words....but if it gets you closer, then everything is worth it, is'nt it!
Col
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