Illustration by Soltreis
The fog outside has veiled
the summer of love
of you and me
and the sunshine still
peeps through the spaces
between the branches and trees
and falls on my face you once knew
on my hands that waved goodbye
and I know, it isn’t because of you
it isn’t because the sun still shines,
it’s the unconsciousness
weaving poems, word after a word
poems that are soporific, not lullabies
poems, without a meaning
without a purpose,
and they don’t matter,
not even the sieved sunshine,
nothing does…
-Kritika Vashist
And all of a sudden it fades… and doesn’t.
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True, Erika. Thank you ❤
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😘 💖
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I love love the quote
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Thank you 🙂
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Can I offer my thoughts and wishes to an angel ? Will she accept them and hold them for a short while ? I wish you peace, Kritika . Hugs
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I am perfectly fine, Will. 😀 Thank you as always. 🙂
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Beautiful expression of love ☺👍👌💐
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Thank you! 🙂
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[…] Kritika Vashist […]
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This is so very nice. A perfect poem… Awesome and beautiful as always… 🙂
I have nominated you for One Lovely Blog Award…
https://ashishvision.wordpress.com/2015/11/27/one-lovely-blog-award/ 🙂
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Thank you so much, Ashish, for the appreciation and the award. I am truly humbled 🙂
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