Sometimes your words are mixed
With words unsaid yet,
By changing their deepness of meaning.
They turn me into something,
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‘…Those that can save me there are // Either the memories, // Or the forms of air, // Or the forms in forms...... It is very well conceived and to identify from ‘forms’ Ten++ Ms. Nivedita UK
Memories is all what we have in the end. Beautiful feel is their n this write. Truly poetic.
words cant be deleted, , cant be erased if this is said and spoken...time to time, it rewinds.better are the words that are written, coz it can be erased...
Estrangement in oneself for a unison uniquely. And find it in it Ten++ dr. sakti
A true good poem.The words not yet spoken are more powerful than words.....Nice to read..Thank you Meri
Those that can save me there are Either the memories, Or the forms of air, Or the forms in forms.......it is simply an escape routes. words have deep meaning and doubled weapon and can play havoc too.. only our self assessment and memoirs can help us to a happy state....10 read mine i am novice....innocence regained....
It's an escape from myself Into my deep inside. I run from you into my depth. And this escape save me.... profound. a moving poem...
memories like scars remain, as in life we trudge on, leaving them to be only memories.........and move on.great poem, marieta.
well worded well written good job