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Anita_a Posted 21 years ago
Dreams rekindled...
Into the setting sun
My life is moving
In the world of memories
Dreams are rekindled.
I sit at the threshold
Of diminishing breaths
Sitting in the light
Of solitude
On the verge of tears.
I feel a flutter
In the heart
Touching my senses
From unseen distances.
No presence of the eyes
So deep in my reminiscences.
Desires are now stranded
In the city
Of my mind.
My heart is my own
Its sad tidings
Are unknown.
My life is moving
In the world of memories
Dreams are rekindled.
I sit at the threshold
Of diminishing breaths
Sitting in the light
Of solitude
On the verge of tears.
I feel a flutter
In the heart
Touching my senses
From unseen distances.
No presence of the eyes
So deep in my reminiscences.
Desires are now stranded
In the city
Of my mind.
My heart is my own
Its sad tidings
Are unknown.
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Hello All, How do u like this poem? Or do u suggest one of my other poems? Please take time to reply.
- Hello All, How do u like this poem?
- Or do u suggest one of my other poems?
- Please take time to reply.
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Hello All, How do u like this poem? Can I send it for a contest I want to participate in?Or do u suggest one of my other poems? Please take time to reply.
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Hello Anita
What about entering Autobiography, or Unfinished Poem? (Just a thought!)
The last 3 lines of this poem would make a good refrain; maybe between pairs of lines. I'm not sure about 'sad tidings'; that phrase is sometimes used for humorous effect, in office humour etc. But it works without an adjective, in any case:
'My heart is my own.
Its tidi
What about entering Autobiography, or Unfinished Poem? (Just a thought!)
The last 3 lines of this poem would make a good refrain; maybe between pairs of lines. I'm not sure about 'sad tidings'; that phrase is sometimes used for humorous effect, in office humour etc. But it works without an adjective, in any case:
'My heart is my own.
Its tidi
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Into the setting sun
My life is moving
In the world of memories
Dreams are rekindled.
I sit at the threshold
Of diminishing breaths
Sitting in the light
Of solitude
On the verge of tears.
I feel a flutter
In the heart
Touching my senses
From unseen distances.
No presence of the eyes
So deep in my reminiscences.
My life is moving
In the world of memories
Dreams are rekindled.
I sit at the threshold
Of diminishing breaths
Sitting in the light
Of solitude
On the verge of tears.
I feel a flutter
In the heart
Touching my senses
From unseen distances.
No presence of the eyes
So deep in my reminiscences.
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