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Silence It's been a long time since I last held you in my arms Your face is only a shadow surrounded by haze Your touch has all but vanished into memories on a dusty shelf As a faded picture echoes of happier times when reality was not a dream Tears start to wet my face as if my heart is saying come back to me Shadows play on the wall as the candle flickers When spirits come calling into the endless night searching for the lonely heart.
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unless I'm mistaken: Welcome to the poetry confrence woman I like this piece a lot. It spells out some of the feelings it took me almost a year to drive away
Thank you. Can we really drive away those feelings that we feel with such intensity?
I think so...when it gets to that point where we have to push them away or simply lose it I don't know, I think I managed to drive them away, but maybe I've just become desensitized to them. Intensity only lasts as long as our will to sustain it.
interesting point.
Welcome. You do the Romantics proud.
thankx lumen.
Allow me to add my voice to those of us who have already welcomed you. Good stuff, girl friend. Keep it up!
Amazing. Godd job.
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