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Memory Stands Like A Scarecrow.

Rating: 5.0
As I wonder, where the nice fragrance of love is gone,
That spilled from the crimson flower of life.
Now when I sweep away the broken glass of the past,
The memory haunts back doing icicle,
In the inner dome of my mind.

Memory stands like a scarecrow,
In the middle of my path,
And diverts me to the realities of the present,
I walk past the doors of an empty heart,
And counts the fallen willow leaves.
Monday, March 1, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: memories,past
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COMMENTS
Suzon Albert 08 March 2021
Creative poem.
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Indira Renganathan 03 March 2021
Every line is worthy of an applause...and the usage of words adds to the flavour...5*****
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Indira Renganathan 03 March 2021
Every line is worthy of an applause..and the apt usage of words add to the flavour...5*****
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Robert Murray Smith 02 March 2021
A worthy poem.
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Shreya Hacks 01 March 2021
Fantastic use of words. The memory haunts back doing icicle, In the inner dome of my mind.
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Darren Jkoeryo 01 March 2021
Simply brilliaqnt..I walk past the doors of an empty heart, And counts the fallen willow leaves.
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Deluke Muwanigwa 01 March 2021
Lovely poem my brother. The metaphors are sublime
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