I miss the very sound of Love,
The voice that spoke so tender of,
The looks of love, those never said,
As emptiness took place instead,
The pain and suffering linger on,
As silence wins and dreams are gone.
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The lingering pain and suffering brought out with their depth and intensity. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you so much for your kind words and your deep understanding. Very grateful!
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This is so moving. It is a dignified expression of sorrow, not whinning and groveling but lamenting. It reminds me of a passage of T. S. Eliot: AN INFINITELY TENDER, INFINITELY SUFFERING THING. The resonance of his lines and yours goes on forever and embraces the depth of sorrow when life ceases to be a pursuit of happiness.
The depth of your words and your understanding of mine of the feelings within, make the 3 of us a triple win. I'm not being pretentious, just sincere and truthful. Your words have now become inseparable from this humble work because they express it so well Thank you, Daniel