She danced in the rain,
And maybe that's why you love rain.
She appeared like a dream,
And that's perhaps why you adore dreams.
She was a daydream,
And maybe that's why you love both sleep and insomnia.
Yet she remains like a dream to you,
The dearest thing or the dearest of all,
A reflection of your sorrows.
You still find the colors of life in her smile,
Perhaps that's why even though she left you years ago,
You still smile,
And if you meet her somewhere,
You greet her with the same smile.
All is well !
Maybe that's why your feelings still drive you,
And you don't wish ill upon her.
Be yourself,
Let her be herself.
All you wish is for your relationship to be just that,
A relationship,
And may the fire of revenge never defame anyone.
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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Such true words Mottakeenur that last line is so meaningful.
Andy
Thank You❤️🙏
what a wonderful wording of accessible wisdom
so true, kind Poet
(although hate and mirages of vengeance
can fuel a life with endless gusto
within those arteries of our pulsing sincerity
we witness that gradual decay of our humanity
rather, it be in our best interest
to forego that charcoal warmth of rage
and find bravery, enough
to seek acceptance and resolve
steadily nurture a new appetite
for our heart's, true desire
a new connection, strong enough
to decimate our painful pasts...)
Thank You❤️🙏
I like the cut of your jib my friend .. a beautiful dreamy poem and a very mature way of looking at loss without any associated feeling of anger, resentment or bitterness .. just the way it should be .... Neville
I am pleased ...Your comment pushes me to the height of creativity❤️🙏
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