The cold wind will blow
but the memories never go,
away to the land where
none can be felt or heard …
sitting here, I can hear the voices,
calling my name in the wind – that blows.
Neither feeling nor hearing,
here I am;
waiting for someone to show
the grief — within.
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Hi. Very Nice lines. Enjoyed reading it. 🙂 BTW I nominated you for the lyrics challenge. Do check it out when u have time 🙂
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Very Excellent!!
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