the memory of
what lingers
on the tips
of my fingers
what sorrow
fills the chambers
of my heart
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the memory of
what lingers
on the tips
of my fingers
what sorrow
fills the chambers
of my heart
there's nothing like stories
quiet moments in nature
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Nice one..
Thank you.
Very moving indeed. Hope you are well.
Thank you, Anna. January is always a hard month. Hope things are fine for you.
Yes, that’s poignant and mesmerising. Bravo !
Thank you, John.
You paint such sorrow, or wistfulness, or fullness of rich memory… It’s so subtle and yet all-consuming. I really do enjoy you words… and turning them to my own meaning. Thank you
Thank you again for more kind words.