Leaving behind....
memories and their shine
the now and here...
standing near
whispering tales
I myself weave....
they are mine .....
rain or sunshine...
a part of me....
but the mind
does not pay heed
looking at a fantasy...
I desire more....
unfolding at a distance....
believing it to be true...
the heart still remains a fool....
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Wanderings
PoetryWanderings of the mind and soul....a journey of self discovery... finding love,heartbreak,happiness and above all life....
