Drifting Apart…


Have you ever observed how it feels When two hands holding each other Lets go, slowly? Have you noticed How the fingers untangle themselves; How the palms let air fill up the space in between? I have. I have seen it happen, To me and to many people around… I have seen how tears warm […]

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Faded…


Was it your hand, I thought I felt? Was it? Are you here, my dear? I can smell your presence though… Tell me please, if you’re near… Tell me what you see outside — Isn’t there a big window about here? I feel the sunlight gently warm my palms, I can tell the sky is […]

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