I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
That absence occupies me
I dabble
In the silence
You fill me with
That's my silent connect
This heart
Still sings
The moonlight sonata of yore
That silent score sustains me
My breath
Still draws in
The perfume dabbed on this skin
That silently nurtures hope in me
Every night
I bury tear for you
In my heart
That quenches my heart's thirst
This is a heartfelt poem indeed. An absence that has triggered beautiful lines! May hope stay with you, and may real presence flood your heart and mind with happy threads!
he will definitely come oneday i am sure the hand tousled your hair still twitches for you...thanks indira for the melodious lines....atp
You have a lot of sensitive feelings I feel you hold back on these concepts Afraid perhaps or not willing to share them Keep expressing yourself comfort start with one self
Absence create a big vacuum and longings. Beautiful poem
Every night I bury tear for you In my heart That quenches my heart's thirst
This wonderful poem takes me in a journey so ehereal! Absence can fill you with someone's presence and silence can connect without speaking a word!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...absolutely beautiful Indira, the bearing of your soul in words. Love, Jerry