Idon't look westward now...
their garden dews reflect the pain of her absence
she left, Abiya my neighbour
leaving her babbling and lisping in my ears
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leaving her babbling and lisping in my ears she left in the flowers her inviting smile and the butterflies resound her anklets but I am not empty- she hugged her laughter on my shoulder These four lines are too good. It touches the common cord with everybody.
a poem with a message she left in the flowers her inviting smile and the butterflies resound her anklets
good one, inviting smile, I like it.