My words have lost themselves…
In the vagaries of my existence
I write these lines for you, my love
For you, who I haven’t yet met
And, I am quiet…
As, evening falls heavily
The winter fog embraces me.
And, I want to find the unknown address again…
I let the violin’s melancholy note wash over me
As, I walk…and keep walking…
Even, the sands of time have shifted…
And, my footprints are to be found no more…
I try to make my way…
Where there is no path to be followed…
I seek what is long gone…
Hoping for answers to forgotten questions…
And, tonight I have lost you…
For, my words have lost themselves.
But, I write these lines for you…
So that you remember me
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And, tonight I have lost you…
For, my words have lost themselves.
But, I write these lines for you…
So that you remember me
....i could actually see the eyes longing for its love....beautiful...
"I try to make my way…
Where there is no path to be followed…" Melancholic lines...beautiful imagery....those evening walks which one wishes to take alone...those forgotten thoughts that touch you once a while...I like it...makes me nostalgic...keep writing
I need no monument.
Remember me in the lines,
I read to you,
Remember me in melancholy,
or even in fights maybe...
Remember me.
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