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Times Never Mind

I had an occasional conversation
with the lonely tree,
and the yellow river of wounds passed
through the secret path;
where the juveniles separated for first time.
A silent lust speaks a lot!
I feel worthy piece yet to be come.
Yes nothing was different they breathe together
once again after 40 years.
For perpetual love's sake they agreed,
still feel the same they used to.
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Thursday, March 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: emotional
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COMMENTS
Kishore Kumar Das 27 April 2017
The sufferings of the lonely tree catapult you to describe 'ageing' poetically.....thoroughly enjoyed your lovely stanzas...
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Edward Kofi Louis 23 March 2017
Yellow river of wounds! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Nilima Deb 11 April 2017
thank you dear poet.My pleasure.
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