'The past I hold in high esteem
Thoughts on love never leaving
As trees strained from the heat of the sun
And memories silently grieving
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Every love that remain in silence Always waits another time As the winds repeat their cycles It can differ or bring joy and rhyme.' - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Very lovely poem, thanks for sharing.
Thank you Ms Bharati Nayak, really appreciate your comment.