i look at horizons,
memories fade,
and vanish,
when sounds,
...
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hmmm love it..sweetness is really bitter in sense when form some body nearer to heart is silence...lovely poem and written professionally..10/10
We keep wondeing if we exist in the worlds of those whom we dearly love and I wonder what difference does it make...how realistic is it to expect that others love us the same? We are all different and live in the context of different realties of life and death. We don't necessarily understand the living world better than the life after death!