rohinee-sharma - Hello Poetry

In this world with out my Hero silence works its way, like a somber mist in Spring dipped in shades of varied grey I seek for that Summer's shine or the warmth that Autumn brings- but all I see is winter's hounds - howling in the wind. The memory jar is flooding, sentiments are awash, as I pause to ponder deeply, the singularity of my loss. Songbirds sing a madrigal on the weary trees that stand- bravely though the shower -of blossoms as they land. Walking in the shade of your legacy, it's a farewell I cannot seem to bid and along those stoic cobbled paths, I hobble amid. Yet the presence of your absence fills this gaping void inside... For I see you walking next to me, with that knowing half smile

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Aug 31, 2016

Aug 31, 2016 at 12:21 PM UTC

Dear Dad , I Miss You

In this world with out my Hero silence works its way, like a somber mist in Spring dipped in shades of varied grey I seek for that Summer's shine or the warmth that Autumn brings- but all I see is winter's hounds - howling in the wind. The memory jar is flooding, sentiments are awash, as I pause to ponder deeply, the singularity of my loss. Songbirds sing a madrigal on the weary trees that stand- bravely though the shower -of blossoms as they land. Walking in the shade of your legacy, it's a farewell I cannot seem to bid and along those stoic cobbled paths, I hobble amid. Yet the presence of your absence fills this gaping void inside... For I see you walking next to me, with that knowing half smile

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Potted daisy by the window sill is in love with Mr. Sunshine - the morning brings. Dapper and Radiant and oh! So warm! Daisy is spellbound by his charm. At every first blush ... she sings her song... that his love makes her tall , that his love keeps her strong. But as the daylight begins to wane Ms. Daisy feels partings strain . With the setting dusk the waning glow the night is set in Indigo Repose Ms. Daisy , don't rue for the day For , Mr. Sunshine is but a few hours away !

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Aug 30, 2016

Aug 30, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC

Photosynthesis

Potted daisy by the window sill is in love with Mr. Sunshine - the morning brings. Dapper and Radiant and oh! So warm! Daisy is spellbound by his charm. At every first blush ... she sings her song... that his love makes her tall , that his love keeps her strong. But as the daylight begins to wane Ms. Daisy feels partings strain . With the setting dusk the waning glow the night is set in Indigo Repose Ms. Daisy , don't rue for the day For , Mr. Sunshine is but a few hours away !

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That crackling conversation by the fireside on a hopeless winters night led me to sipping of cognac from the pools of your eyes and there you were weaving dreamy spells to effortlessly entrap my heart i had no hope you knew. Though many moons have passed, I still see those roses pressed between the pages of a book reminding me of the thorns we pricked , when we were young it was also the time you said you would never let me go… and you never did. Today, the aroma of coffee is wafting in the air drawing me out to hear the guitar strumming to my heart on a Valparaiso sunset ever so slowly at each cord… So you hold my hand and enchant me in nostalgia once again as those childish waves splash playfully on the shore beckoning us to come and play and we do... we always do.

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Aug 30, 2016

Aug 30, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC

In the mood for love

That crackling conversation by the fireside on a hopeless winters night led me to sipping of cognac from the pools of your eyes and there you were weaving dreamy spells to effortlessly entrap my heart i had no hope you knew. Though many moons have passed, I still see those roses pressed between the pages of a book reminding me of the thorns we pricked , when we were young it was also the time you said you would never let me go… and you never did. Today, the aroma of coffee is wafting in the air drawing me out to hear the guitar strumming to my heart on a Valparaiso sunset ever so slowly at each cord… So you hold my hand and enchant me in nostalgia once again as those childish waves splash playfully on the shore beckoning us to come and play and we do... we always do.

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