Gradually but slowly,
one tiny step at a time,
like the sand on the banks of a river
deposited over time,
they drifted and fell apart
unsure when the narrow crevices,
and tiny fissures
had become so wide and gaping
that love has fallen off in some deep ravine
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I could actually feel it underneath my feet.Such is power of your words.Love this line”like the sand on the banks of a river”
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I could actually feel it underneath my feet.Such is power of your words.Love this line”like the sand on the banks of a river”
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I can actually feel the sand beneath my feet such is the power of your words.Loves and goes slowly,a bitter truth.
My favorite line is “that love has fallen off in some deep ravine”
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Thanks for such lovely words – thank you
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I couldn’t help but like whatever u write.👍
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Thank you so much for your kind words
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Welcome always
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Thanks
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Such an elegant post! Beautiful, sad, but true! Bravo!
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Thank you so much for your kind words
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come and read the perils of “Drifting”
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Thank you for the reblog.
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Outstanding piece, Shantanu! I’ve been trying to find words to say how much I like it but I fail! Beautifully penned!! I really love this one!
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Thank you so much for your adulations. Thanks for such lovely comment and I am glad you liked it 😊🌸
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Reblogged this on Ckonfab.
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