Journey
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Staring through the night,
Searching for a reason…
Holding to my heart,
Now just pieces of crimson…
Looking back,
The footprints of time…
I feel your presence,
You are still mine…
Walking the distance,
Afraid of the present…
Gone are you,
Gone are all the seasons…
Well, I had given up writing more than a year ago…the only poem I had written in the recent past was as a reply or say comment for someone elses poem. Well, I myself am not much satisfied with th efinal outcome of this, but I had to write not for anyone but for myself, had to let those emotions out…had to free myself…
Named it journey for the sole reason that, all I could do is think and think about how it was yesterday, and the train of thoughts inevitably reminding me of the present…
To you,
Your Silhouette…
Searching for a reason…
Holding to my heart,
Now just pieces of crimson…
Looking back,
The footprints of time…
I feel your presence,
You are still mine…
Walking the distance,
Afraid of the present…
Gone are you,
Gone are all the seasons…
Well, I had given up writing more than a year ago…the only poem I had written in the recent past was as a reply or say comment for someone elses poem. Well, I myself am not much satisfied with th efinal outcome of this, but I had to write not for anyone but for myself, had to let those emotions out…had to free myself…
Named it journey for the sole reason that, all I could do is think and think about how it was yesterday, and the train of thoughts inevitably reminding me of the present…
To you,
Your Silhouette…
