I miss,
I miss his voice,
Voice of my strength....
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It is not easy to forget the childhood days, memories of peers and friends who parted ways in their later years leaving a big void or a vacuum. Thanks. I miss his soul.... Soul of my mate... I miss my Joy.... Joy of his smile... Stories of togetherness...
A nice poetic imagination, Ami Joshi gi. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks