They are not away;
they stay close to me.
They are not lost;
they live in me.
They have not forgot,
nor forsaken me.
Just a branch is cut
to save the tree.
To live happily
they've set me free.
I am ready to accept
the fate's decree.
Just a tiny wish
that in happy times,
may they look back in life
and think of me.
So sad, Binte.
So sad, Binte.
Thanks Colin.
<Deleted User> (13762)
Thu 28th Jun 2018 07:58
a lovely if slightly melancholy poem which has a delightful flow - thanks for posting Binte. Colin.
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<Deleted User> (19708)
Mon 22nd Apr 2019 16:16
Very nice. I can get into this?
CQ