One of my old poems 😊
It is a reverie
A canvas daub with your memories
Now awaken to bitter actuality
I am discerning of your abrupt evanesce
And that withering hope of your appearance
Is dwindling away with the passing time
Knowing I can’t mend it
Making my heart bereaved of your endearment
But not the soul
Never deprive of your thoughts
Though our time was short-lived
The reminiscence is enough to cherish forever
Your impressions still fresh from yesterday
For the time when I am alone
To bring that occasional smile
Drifting me to a reverie
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One my old poems : One of my old poems.
great poem very interesting reverie! Good job 🙂 just showed the sentence to help out. You are welcome to do the same with my posts. 🙂
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Loved this! So much personal recognition not to be a little melancholy!!! Bravo!
Thanks so much for your lovely read
It was a pleasure for me!
😊🌸