The Sound of falling water
Mother cuddles her daughter
Thoughts clog my heart
Memories but you
My fountain broke
In sad trickles
Your songs cringe my ears
Irritating noises
The sun sets on you
Few days, incessant nights
My heart picks a fight
Old memories pay homage
Longing intertwines vexation
Awkward smiles, distressed frowns
Worries ease my pain
Cries soar from the distance
Pleas for the warmth of her mother
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Beautiful!
Thank you. 🙂
beautiful..yet sad. so often do we have conflicting emotions that tears us apart..well done
Thanks Tope. Good to have you on here again