From The Tips Of The Fingers Poem by Saniya Galeyeva

From The Tips Of The Fingers



From the tips of your fingers
My love is slipping away.
But kind time will dry my tears.
I wonder, what will remain?

From the tips of my fingers
Your love is slipping away.
You used to be so sincere
But you are no more the same.

Our love is slipping away.
Will you remember my eyes?
Is our love only pain
Or our lost paradise?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allemagne Roßmann 28 September 2012

Happens when love calculates or learns to do with either ways on the finger tips-betrayal happens and counts on only then.Very good analysis.Poetry is sometimes for analysts of the rational judgements.I see that you have mastered in this department very well...Well done

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The 4am Poet Worm 23 May 2012

beautiful words... i empathise with this poem: (...

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Saniya Galeyeva

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Russia, Orenburg region, Sorochinsk
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