When the winds are blowing
And the leaves are rustling,
Sits a lonely near the window-pane,
In that temple of nostalgia where the forces lean.
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In that temple of nostalgia, mocking, pungence, chirping, vengeance. Truth is the loneliness which seems to be false. a very good potrayal of the mental state.. loneliness can be killing. but getting out of it is necessary and one should try for it by winning friends. smile, laugh.. tony
A great start with a nice poem, Haritha. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Beautiful rendition of words embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. An insightful creation elegantly brought forth with artistic brilliance. Thanks for sharing Haritha and do remain enriched.