River bank
poetic microtale (trying to see if this format works better after years and years of editing)
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When We Were Kids
Trailblazing Beautiful Beginnings
Picnicking Spirits
The Boomerang Kid
Elusive Melody
(A Petrarchan/Italian Sonnet) Where lies melody of broken heart’s song? In the dullness of heartbeat that ticks by; Held by eyelids from slipping on the sly, Haunting deep down, playing in mind like gong, Forgotten, being stuck in strife for long. Else in the long breath let out in a sigh; Or in the sail of mast which once
» Read moreReaching Out
Such a desolate feeling to have no one of our own, In whom we can confide, all doubts and fears unknown. Someone to hold our hands in times of need and console, Reassure our faith in self and to cajole. Make us some coffee, sit with us, listen handing out tissue, Lives could be saved from mind games fought,
» Read moreSand In My Hourglass
Playing on the riverbed in its sands, Sparkling silver filled in both hands. Shells and sepia we fondly picked and kept, Bathed in gold towards sunset. Each sand grain bore witness to times spent, With cousins in our native on vacations we went. As many stories, as many nights, Games we played their count infinite. Time seemed to have
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