When the wind whispers 'what might have been',
And brings forth your face from the past,
I can forget thoughts of anything else on my mind,
But the love that I hoped would last,
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love is blazed best by the remniscence still deeper when wakes the tear from eyes as the deepest when it whispers ever-..........really poignant and hurtful when lying lonely across the remniscence, great poem,10/10, thanks for sharing
I've got to say, that you are one of the best writers of rhythm and rhyme I've read so far. R&R writers are hard to find, and good ones are rare indeed. Count me as a fan, you're on my list, I'll be back. GW62
Vallerie, I know these feelings, especially the saving the voice, such a haunting reminder but sometimes we feel compelled to plut ourselves through the pain of listening. A very personal poem but so eloquently put. HG: -) xx
A very warm shaping of olden memories in a flowing patterns of the wind that can soak through the hearts and spill the liquid of remembrances anytime if one is attracted to the Nature.