Tears don`t wither, words unspoken,
Memories that do not die,
Once to caress the keys of ignorant piano`s,
But twice could they ever drown in an ocean of the past?
If only they could be swept,
if only they can be erased,
if so! the jigsaw is solved.
yes! ! , but like a broken glass it can`t be mended.
Though they are worth zilch and deliberately indellible, they intuit the future.
a stiker of lessons,
a mark of sore tuition,
a scar, yes a scar of life.
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A well articulated and nicely encapsulated piece of poetry insightfully penned in poetic diction with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing Victor. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.