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weekend wordsmith prompt searching
Our love lost to me
Your scent upon my pillow
Inconsolable
Wind whispers your name
Gentle rain upon my face
Brings back memories
I am at peace now
The moon peeks from behind clouds
We bathe in its glow
Your laughter and smiles
Forever etched in my mind
Will not be forgot
5 comments:
There is a magical, soft yearning in this poem! Lovely!
Beautiful, longing ...
The expression of what I feel after reading this is "haunting".
This really touched my heart.
the phrase "your scent upon my pillow" you describe so well the loss of someone and their scent can bring them back for a few moments. Very powerful!
very nice~melancholy but serene, I think. Who hasn't been there
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