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by Lost star Aug 24, 2020
Life, society /
The fallen glances in her eyes,
his shadow casting into light,
the oppressors touch lingers still
memories of darkest nights.
My arms nurture when needed most
until his ghost has gone afar;
It's no cure, but I'm her rock,
here to forever kiss her scars.
Her light may sometimes dwindle
into another time and place,
and with love I will rekindle
so it may burn with all her grace.
by Meena Krish
A very good rhyming poem which has much more behind the words..a touching write..take care ~
by Lost star
Thank you meena I'm glad you liked it!
This made me feel uncomfortable, like there is so much hidden in the poem!
Your writing is really familiar, but I wont ask who you are!
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