words once thrown rippled back as memories
in form of echoing smiles with reverence
dancing in solitude
assuring of a sunrise
my loneliness takes a break
with time the music fades
struggling mind feeble legs
carrying wearying loads of
smiles and betrayal hand in hand
a soul longing to rest
no calls from the birds
no touch of assurances
not even the beloved old coin in the pocket
remains a light of decaying confidence
to live a life with a pocketful of fakes
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Author:
Suman_Bhattacharya (
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- Category: Reflection
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