The wait finally ends.
The obscurity fades...
And thus emerges the dawn-
The one most venerated
Loved and desired.
What stays back is the past.
With the resonating feel,
That lingering touch
And that gentle caress.
Dead but resounding.
Barren but fulfilling.
Lost but not detached...
[Dedicated to the year that was...]
1 comment:
a touch of blues. not the mood but the genre of music and writing. so little words but so much said.
i love blues (the genre) and i totally loved the post.
elegant.
brilliant.
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