Hello,

Welcome everyone here in this community full of authors, writers and story tellers.Literature is one thing I just cant deny each time I spend some time without any work. Maybe a time selectively in a days break, tasting a coffee in afternoon break or the dead of night where everyone's sleeping.

Today, I would be writing a poem which you might be fond of reading ; be so wonderful to have seen the resemblance with the storyline or the poetic figure depicted upon.Yet,such things start to happen with you, then dont go away and care for free to befriend me through the journey of your life. God bless you all!

Starting With A Poetry.

It is the memory, you-the stranger lady,
Beauty that spoke from the name of yours,
Twinkling like the frozen beam of the dewdrops,
On the palm of the dried deaden leaves of garden.

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Memory,when I got you and those hands beloved,
Tender as the feather of eagle and white as snow,
That the cold moisture warmed the man in desert,
With wonderland fallen on the roads and canyons.

You know, I walked past miles and miles away,
When feets began to tire and I felt that each day,
That lone me was tough but without you -so fragile,
That tears in the eye, and your photo making me emotive.

Heart gotten the shape of an ocean with no water and tides,
I couldn’t speak words on and so as nobody to tell me that,
I still love somebody like you and even years passed on,
Feelings never changed and we moved on and on.

Letting go of somebody who possessed the whole of life,
Loving her more when she is gone and wont come back again,
Knowing that she would be in the same page but wont say hello,
That I love you also and do you? Who would say that to the self.

Now, you dont search for me quite a long time passed and same,
For me I feel that for you when still we live on the same earth,
Breathe in the fragrant desert everyday, seeing you fade away,
Darling that moment, heart flows on and on and river - the same.

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Maybe, one day we both go away and forever like the nature,
When decades passed on and the same wooden bench left,
Near the pond and wooden tress sheeding leaves and cuckoo,
Singing like springtime has come - oh, darling, we both passed.

🥲,Ah this poem made me feel emotional. Yet a great poet once said,

little cry in pen, little on the readers eye.

I think, thats true. As I wrote that, I took some time to think and look back on the past days when I left the town I used to live for a decades time. I had the woman who possessed the whole of my life and I loved her that we could pass days of time cherishing the feelings remain the same for both of us. Staying together was the most priority.

Yet,the destiny always have the final say and that it decided to take me to a new world and I reluctantly followed its path. It led me to a place where I dont get to see her and so does she. But,I still feel her warmth of sighing on my chest and the fragrance of flower in the garden beside the river. Time passed on, but the feelings left as the day it was.

Thanks For Reading & I Appreciate Your Time.