Late Night Dust

Framed Mirror

Rains do tease 
the unheard sounds 
To that Nostalgia inside the thing 
-that pulled your heart out.
The ways that lead to forbidden lanes...

 

✍️Rwrites

  • Author: Rwrites (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 2nd, 2025 06:49
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem that appeals to the heart and calls for understanding of that, that is not comprehendible but can only be felt. Very nice

  • Poetic Licence

    A nicely written write of the silent pain that still lingers in the heart, well written



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