Rocks have memories
in their holes
See through
To find me waiting
recollecting and reflecting
under a dying water body
under the pressure
of the sun of time
Bones have memories
that my mind tends
to disremember
It moves to hold your face
in a reflex to not find you there
It stays amidst the pain
in a denial to not find you here
[413] Misplaced in Time
Smoke words every day. 
18 responses to “[413] Misplaced in Time”
Rocks and bones are like elephants–they never forget.
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For sure. It’s all in there.
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I love the flow of this peace! The description really conveys the emotions. I can’t wait to read more of your writing.
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Glad you did. Thank you!
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♥️
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Ohhh so beautiful❤❤❤
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Thank you so much!
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Well… Thank you sir for the killer post
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Thank you Vincent!
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👌🏻
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I am truly In love with the way you write!!
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Thank you Khushi. Really means a lot 🙂
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this concepts as so cool !!
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Thank you Poorvi 🙂
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Wow Rahul. Such a deep and beautiful poem.
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Glad you liked it, Nivedita 🙂
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