'To The Wisdom Of Pain' - By Brunilda Ternova Poem by Brunilda Ternova

Lost are the days of the lovely blunder,
and the sarcasm ripples,
grinning creeping on the corners of memory,
damping the missing piece of you that emerges,
'Keep a place for me too,
In the background of your life '- you said,
And I, unaware,
gave you a home and shelter for years,
inside the open wounds that will never heal.
'Because we cannot redo the past' -
your voice continues,
to echo like a wave.
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[Copyright © BRUNILDA TERNOVA]