A Longing Whisper

A Longing Whisper short poem

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A longing whisper in the heart,
When pain oozes,
Leaving a trail of,
Untold feelings.

The emptiness gnaws,
The lonely soul,
That cries for a smile,
When memories fail to soothe.

Glaciers of the heart,
Melt into tears,
With a song in the soul,
That none care to listen.

A stab of icy pain,
Deep in the core,
Of a reality,
That is far beyond reach.

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Keith Wilson
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Strong emotions in raw content, Well written. “Emptiness gnaws” speaks so clear to this state.

Preeti
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The pain of loneliness is so felt in this poem…leaves me thinking about it for a long long time…

ammu sachariah
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well written Geeta.

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