The distance grows, yet time stands still,
An aching void no words can fill.
Your shadow lingers, a faint embrace,
But I reach for you and touch empty space.
The nights stretch long, the dawn feels gray,
Each moment whispers, You're far away.
Though hearts may yearn, they bear the weight,
Of love confined by the hands of fate.
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Dev parth (Pseudonym) (
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I'm sure it will arrive someday.
``Tenderness to You'' After reading this, I want you to post these words in the comments of other poems and spread them around like chain mail.
A sense of longing for what is longer there, written very nicely
Dev you have done well with this poem that not only is nicely rhymed and carefully constructed but tells a story in a concise and well organized manner with some great lines.(Your shadow lingers, a faint embrace, But I reach for you and touch empty space.) (Though hearts may yearn, they bear the weight,
Of love confined by the hands of fate.)
I love reading this poem aloud, it has a beautiful, rhyming pattern that is almost musical. The words express a deep sentiment, truly exquisite.
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