words gather,
accumulates in ether and comes back,
when i recall.
like a store house
which replenishes
my, innermost thoughts.
for long i sit back,
turn pages
for those underlined words
which might be stuck,
in the blue amber
but sometimes in anguish,
my mind fails to
recapture,
thosr lovely words
you spoke to me!
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