In pensive, anxious moments,
Across lips strained and silent,
I whisper the sweet syllables
Of her name and once more
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It sounds very sad, and lonely, but but beautiful and full of pleasant memories. Did she die? Sorry to ask, but that's the impression I got.
Hi! Thank you for your reading of the work and your noteworthy and sincere interpretation.
Her spirit comes to me to flow Within and my soul becomes Unbound, set free to roam. passion, love and elevation into a sort of resurrection in the sweet memories. very fine poem. thank you
Hello, Tony! Thank you for your review of the writing. I am pleased you found enjoyment in the sample lines selected for your remarks. Best wishes, sir!