In Passing…

In Passing... short poem

How deep the abyss,
for hopes to be interred..
How scathing the rapier,
for dreams to be shred..
How dense the darkness,
for fate to be endured..
How shallow the words,
for faith to be doused..
How fleeting the moment,
for time to be rued..
How frail the threads,
for ties to be rend…

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Some wounds never heal. The scars are so evident in your poem @nupur A short yet impactful piece that brings back many lost (yet not forgotten) memories. One can so well relate to your poems. Give us the pleasure to read them more often.


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