Cold breeze from the beach touches upon
the memory from our final conversation
I find sand in my pants from that cloudy night
I hold it again but it slips away again
This time I clean away the dust collected
My mind survives its own ruin sometimes
I put my ear to the shell from that cloudy night
it still echoes the silence you left behind
“You’re the girl I never met
The girl I’ll never meet”
I tell myself this lie
because lies are what I believe in easily
Why does your memory reach me like
the dying light of stars in my eyes right now
I wish it was a cloudy night like that night
When the stars refused to appear
because they were busy creating that memory
that lies like ruins in my mind
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Nice poem
Expressed well
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Thank you Akshaya
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Really nice! I love the reference you made to the sand and the memories that are past! Really great!
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That’s sweet of you. Thank you 😀
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I enjoyed the imagery and metaphors within the poem. Keep it up!
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Thank you Cayman 🙂
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Thanks for sharing the amazing post.
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Your welcome i guess
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Nice write 💡
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Thank you Daisy
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The memory of a past love … it does sting a bit, any recollection of that time instantly bringing that sadness afresh. Beautiful.
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Thank you Pritish. Glad you liked it!
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