Like a soft, warm breeze
The memory of you surfaces
Caressing my mind,
Like your fingers used to do
To my shoulders, back in time.
Awakening my mind
And filling it with images
Of pleasures long past
Now relived only in dreams
I'd hoped that they would last.
Sometimes all we have are our memories. Beautifully written poem dear poetess.
Thank you so much, Louis! : -) No pun intended when you said 'touching' (caressing) ? Haha!
Yes Mahtab, Love never dies, and thoughts of love never die. It is so potent, that it etches itself on our memories forever! Thanks for commenting!
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Awesome ...10+++ Like a soft, warm breeze The memory of you surfaces Caressing my mind, Like your fingers used to do To my shoulders, back in time.
Thank you, Mohammed, for the 'Awesome' and the 10! : -)