Absense Poem by Piyush Dey

Absense

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Beyond glass doors,
between thick branches of trees
in spring,
the rain falls, quietly.
There are noises,
there are people;
they are talking.

Beyond the noises of their talking,
somewhere within me,
on another surface
falls your absence, quietly,
very quietly.

Sunday, August 4, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: branches
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 04 August 2013

A great poem, like it.

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