Old Diary Poem by Nosheen Irfan
Old Diary
As eyes pore over the words
Fading in the diary that still
Holds the carcass
Of a rose.
A discovery is made...
Love is long gone
Taking away with it
All the good things
Except the urge
For more love
For better love.
Top marks for more love and better love. To my favourite as well
Beautiful poem dear Poetess Nosheen. Words of a fading diary......
Nosheen, I thought 'pour', not 'pore', but I WAS WRONG! They are homophones. 5 stars. VERY nice! bri : )
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/28/2026 8:49:08 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Beautful Noshy it lest me breathless Bravo! ! !