Again that evening and that sorrow,
again they possess me like the mad moon
again the solitude,
and your memory too,
A consolation, or bereavement again, I do not know!
Again the memory will return to your thoughts; again your image will come in the mist.
The heart is a lonely place and a wanderer too.
It will be diverted like a child that needs no coaxing.
And still ...
The time past returns awhile.
There is no more meeting again
The things unsaid will be unsaid forever.
We are so far away that no bridge,
no way can ever let me find you again,
lost in the abyss of time.
again they possess me like the mad moon
again the solitude,
and your memory too,
A consolation, or bereavement again, I do not know!
Again the memory will return to your thoughts; again your image will come in the mist.
The heart is a lonely place and a wanderer too.
It will be diverted like a child that needs no coaxing.
And still ...
The time past returns awhile.
There is no more meeting again
The things unsaid will be unsaid forever.
We are so far away that no bridge,
no way can ever let me find you again,
lost in the abyss of time.
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Suma Ro+1Throughout our lives,
We have met countless wonderful people,
Have been in love so many times,
But in the end,
We have to depart
And keep traveling
Our individual path.
The nature
Of Saṃsāra
Is impermanent
For all of us.
Don't be sad dear Sushama!
Let it go...in love!REPLY Sep 16, 2017 - Sep 16, 2017
- Your a Tru senising Earthling dear indian poetress.
all to known thoughts ....
Take care....REPLY Sep 16, 2017 - Sep 22, 2017
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