Losing days unknowingly, unwillingly
Won’t return ever, not realizing ever
Lost is lost forever.
Again blossoms, but the new days
New moments, new enjoyments
But lost is lost forever.
Trying to soothe, but scared of blooms
The smiling lips but crying unseen
As frozen moments ahead.
Even in the blossoms, an awful silence
Piercing heart and shrinking nights
But the unspoken love
Bouquets the care of love, untold
Trusting, it’s there all around
Indeed, it’s there……
Beautiful to read 🙂
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Thank you beautiful 😃
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Indeed it is there 😊😊😊
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Yeah. ..😃😃
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Yes, trusting, it is there, God whispering, whispering His presence, His Love. You captured truth in this. Hope in us, that moments might be more, contain more. Time waits for no man (quote). We sleep on potential good alternatives, and often, expect, shoot for far too little. Thank you akhila
Your writing expresses emotions so well. Many are lost in yesterday. It creates such stagnation that accepting and living today (the day of the new bloom) becomes terrifying. There is fear that tomorrow will make today as empty as yesterday has been. We must learn to accept our past and search for meaning in both today and tomorrow to be able to find the joy that life offers.
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