Pride

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she left
into the mist,
with all the love

she held
for me



Mantras and chants of

unspoken words

haunt the night


surreal in sadness

my heart pounds as the world
spins 
out of control



As beautiful as this place is
it shall always remain

ugly
 in its emptiness


I 
left with pride

and tears the rain can 
not

wash away.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: pride
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kenneth Maswabi 09 April 2015

sad side of love.Thanks.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 11 March 2015

Leaving away pried with tear is really nice. Wonderful writing.

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Ramesh Rai 11 March 2015

surreal in sadness my heart pounds as the world spins out of control Love your emotional ink.

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