I forced myself
To look away
The grapevine spoke
Of you today
You had learned
The native tongue
Another country
Now you belong.
Distant, far
Another sky
A different walkway
Mountains high
Another take
On life itself
Different people
Your past on shelf.
Gathering dust
A secret hidden
Memories now
Locked in a prison
Yes I forced myself
To look away
When the grapevine spoke
Of you today.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments6
Grapevines can be very persuasive. Beautifully done as ever. 🌹
thanking you, much appreciated as always
To me this speaks of changes time and distance cause. Distance may make the heart grow fonder but also leads to growing distance between what was and is. Nicely written Norman
thanking you, much appreciated my friend
You are most welcome Norman
Where are those little foxes among the vines?! 🍇 🦊
exactly, thanks my friend, much appreciated
Welcome dear friend 🙏🏻🕊️
Powerful work.
Thanking you my friend always much appreciated
Good write N. You've heard the gossip of the whole neighbourhood, waiting so long for that bus! lol.
nothing but chatter and whispers lol
I've been there, Norman. Sometimes you hear news about someone from your past and wish you hadn't. Not because you begrudge them their happiness, but because it brings up things you'd rather leave alone. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
so true, thanks my friend, much appreciated
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