“Before me stands the silence that kills me
As I patiently wait for you to return to me,
While the waiting echoes the sound of the clock
Making it harder to hear my own thoughts.
I can dream with the beautiful remembrance
That I hold close to my chest, recalling your embrace
On those days when the world’s weight
Wouldn’t be on my mind and body as it is today.
I can recall your face and the color of your eyes
As brown and as golden as when the sunshine
Would lit my brown hair for it to shine
And delight you with its nuances so bright.
Can you remember me as well as this?
Can you teach me how to forget before I land
On an island so deeply surrounded by sea
That I can no longer be found by others and not even by me?”
Ana.
Wow, beautifully written Ana 🙂
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Thank you, Roopesh! 🙂
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