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| "Romance of the Owls" (Photo Credits: Srinivas Shamachar) |
Sweet scent of the moon,
I don't want you to heal my scars
Let them be there as a memory
In which I can recluse
The wounds, them too, don't erase
They are the only medals I have
To flaunt in my memories
That I have memories
A thousand reasons to relive in the past.
Sweet scent of the moon,
I beg you, just be with me
Hold my hands in trust
Give me strength by your presence
In my ugly memories of scars and wounds
Be with me to bear the pain
I don't want you to fight them all
Just assure me that everything's going to be fine.
Your posts constantly remind me to restart writing. The emotions that fill the paper speak lots. Its always pleasure to read your post.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I have learned many things from you, and if my writing and articulation of thoughts is any better today, well, thanks to you!
ReplyDeleteSweet scent of pain you say, melancholic and romantic, interesting blend Panda .. teach me too please
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dexter. I've been learning from you!
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