Stoking, smouldering, smoking
akin to a log of damp wood,
without the warmth of love
life doesn't feels that good.
The smile has faded out
and the mood is so pensive,
often smiled without any reason
never knew that'll be expansive.
Unable to fathom this grief
I am unlikely to forget,
I have seen trying times
and so there is no regret.
The colour of your love is fast
its mark has persistence,
I wish it to remain forever
thank you for your existence.
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Author:
Max (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The one that has been apple of one's eye, should remain that even if that apple is not close. Sometimes, the colour is one's love is so fast, it doesn't fade even after years...... That colour should outlast the grief which is short-lived......
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Comments4
wonderfully written, full of sincerity
thanks for sharing
Thank you !
Wonderful poem, love the last stanza the most! Great job!!
Thank you Christina!
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