The fading Times’ cuts
21 December 2015
This distance
Between you and me
Stealth’s glances
Stolen thoughts
A handwritten book of faith
As we carve our souls
Relentless
The fading Times cuts
Rasping pain
Tremor’s chills
I clasp your memories ghosts
Breathe into them life
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Beautiful portrayal of love’s heart wounded by time and distance. Love this, Geethat.
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Breathing life into the breath is life of Love.
Well said.
Shiva
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Thank you Shiva 🙂
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Beautiful Geetha
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Thank you Paul!
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Lovely Shadorma, Geetha! 🙂
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Thank you Annie:)
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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Simply stunning. ‘Memorie’s ghosts,’…..I have a few of those. You have such a command over words that it is breathtakingly beautiful.
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Thank you Annie. What a lovely compliment! I guess we all have a few of those. They make our souls richer
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