Memory Stands Like A Scarecrow. Comments
As I wonder, where the nice fragrance of love is gone,
That spilled from the crimson flower of life.
Now when I sweep away the broken glass of the past,
The memory haunts back doing icicle,
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Every line is worthy of an applause...and the usage of words adds to the flavour...5*****
Every line is worthy of an applause..and the apt usage of words add to the flavour...5*****
Fantastic use of words. The memory haunts back doing icicle, In the inner dome of my mind.
Simply brilliaqnt..I walk past the doors of an empty heart, And counts the fallen willow leaves.
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7/18/2025 4:02:33 PM # 1.0.0
Creative poem.