The night grows old with your remembrance,
still u do not come.
The empty path screams out your name,
still u do not come.
The withering dreams whispers out the pain of my heart meanwhile I die out of my deepest wounds,
still u do not come.
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6 comments:
no body come my dear, destiny plays its own game
So powerful with a desperate yearning, dark and passionate.
Nicely written poem!
Priyanka, you write in such a touchy way that knocks inside!
Great Poem!
I love the dark beauty of your verse. It really speaks to me.
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