The Little Street
It's odd how the trivial feels grand when wrapped in love’s embrace.
6,100 streets in that city, just like any other, but one turns special, a cherished place.
I flew down to that humble spot where the Adorable might once have flown,
Allowed myself a ten-minute window to inhale the fragrant scent I’ve known.
Sitting in the ride, I felt shockingly appeased as I contemplated the front door on that little street,
Grey, quiet but alive, much like that day when our fleeting half-kiss was sweet.
I closely examined every move, but that lass wasn’t there, though her shadow still seemed near.
Stellar, that fleeting sight alone made her memory vividly clear.
It might sound silly, but the little I saw was peacefully comforting.
It’s said hope kills, but sometimes, it keeps alive—now waiting for a small sign from the endearing.
I've sailed through the ocean of her mind, and that's why I don't ask for anything.
It's odd, for 6,100 reasons, to fly and allow myself to visit her place. It might be stellar in its own way, though it's said that true significance lies in the subtle moments we experience
By Young Fella
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Author:
MRF (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: These lines capture a moment of nostalgia and longing. The poet visits a special place, finds comfort in memories of a past love, and reflects on how hope can be both painful and comforting while waiting for a sign from their loved one.
- Category: Love
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I loved the format of this poem where a single word is used to evoke ripples in the pond of the mind as a pebble thrown in that circles outward. Then another pebble and more circles. Lovely
Thank you so much for this beautiful review. I'm always astonished by how you engage with my poems. Your metaphor of words as pebbles creating ripples in the pond of the mind is simply perfect. I’m truly touched that the format of the poem resonated with you so deeply. Lovely review. 🌹
Young Fella, a "small sign from the endearing" ? A loving whisper between the lines.
Thks for commenting on my work. Really appreciate it.
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