Reverie

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She savoured the smell of tobacco, wafting through the air
His dreamy, cerulean eyes, as they spoke to her, with care
That eyes could speak, that hearts could hear
She smiled, with a single drop of tear.
Memories, O memories, how insane they are
Figments of imagination, of love gone afar.

79 responses to “Reverie”

  16. Maniparna, lovely and nostalgic. Reminds me of a boyfriend and a little of how much I loved my Dad, too. ❤

    The moon poem was intriguing and changed the role of howling wolves to silent ones! 🙂

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  19. I love both of these but I really loved Full Moon though the comments section was closed I wanted you to know. You are as beautiful a writer as your picture, and that is saying something. You are natural my friend.

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  26. I love poetry, which can glorify even the pernicious! But their in lies its beauty.
    I agree with Somali…such a wild imagination that fails to see the effects of ‘savouring tobacco’…but then my mind speaks…’isn’t love blind?’
    Memories seem dear despite their ‘insanity.’

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  31. Brilliant bittersweet poem, Mani. Sometimes they thinking about certain moments bring back certain memories, but other times they also tug at the heart – love lost and found in memory, and you realise things will never be the same again. Love your poetry as usual 🙂

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