My heart starts skipping beats inside my chest
like a child skipping stones across a pond of regrets.
Pillow soaked through with tears and sweat.
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It is the natural way of remembering one without him or her. It happens
Beautiful rendition of words in a heartfelt piece of poetry elegantly brought forth from inner recesses of the heart with conviction. A sad story impressively narrated. Thanks for sharing Sharon and do stay enriched.
A sublime start with a nice poem, Sharon w. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.