whispered memories,
fade, falling to the ground,
momentary kisses, flee, never to be found,
ah but what becomes of the tattered heart,
mutely shrieking, hushed, without sound … … …
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Afzal Moolla
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Your poetic lines are simply so beautiful and breathing👌👌
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Thank you very much, friend! Your warm words are deeply appreciated and encourage me to keep scribbling. Thank you once again
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this and awake alone remind me of a wonderful novel THE HEART IS A LONELY HUNTER …. there is a huge difference between being alone and loneliness … unfortunately we do face most of life’s main challenges alone … the death of a person one loved, the lose of a lover ….and one an suffer from loneliness even surrounded by persons….what strikes me about your non political poems is the loss , the longing, the despair and the pain.
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✌my dear friend
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