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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This one’s so sad and melancholic. I’ll take this one.
Poignant
Heartfelt and achy!❤️❤️
Thanks so much for your kind read 😊🌸❤️
Thanks so much, Muntazir
Oooh so heartbreaking – piece by piece. What an awesome pic – where is it from? Hope you are having a good stay in the lap of Mother India. 😊
Thank you my friend – I am back home – came back yesterday. 😊 the picture is a bg image –
True to that💔
Thanks so much for your beautiful read
Heartbreakingly sad.
Thanks for your lovely read
You are welcome!
😊❤️🌸
Beautiful and poignant. How slowly the fissures turns into ravines in a relationship if ignored.
True my friend. Thanks for reading