nostalgic threads woven into the fabric of my mind,
i find patterns of familiar distant memories,
seamless strands of faraway laughter
embroidered into the folds of my thoughts.
the solace of my mother’s embrace,
the stubble of my father’s cheek,
the generosity of those
who could give only of themselves,
yet gave all.
these nostalgic threads
remain woven,
deep in the recesses of my mind,
they caress me on days that are dark and shallow,
they whisper their silent thoughts of love,
caressing my waking days
and lulling my nights, so often hollow.
so i remain indebted
to each nostalgic thread,
as hope fills the void,
and infuses time with light,
dispelling all approaching dread
Oops … sorry for mis-spelling your name Afzal 🙂
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not at all … 😊
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Beautiful, Afzal! 👍
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thank you very much, Vidur … humbled.
Peace ✌
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My pleasure, Afsal! ✌️
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✌👍
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Absolutely beautiful!! Your use of words is absolutely amazing 🙂
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thank you ever so much, dear friend. your words are deeply appreciated and inspire me to keep on scribbling. my warmest wishes.
Peace ✌
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What a beautiful thing to read! 😀
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thanks dear friend 😊
warmest wishes and peace ✌
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XO!!
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😊
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