Venice Was Not That Far

Venice Was Not That Far short poem

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Words are left unspoken, feeling are listless
We speak, but barely talk
Venice was never so far
Your silence kills me
My effort is futile, the love we had is an empty boat
Sailing with no hope to reach ashore
Times have changed, distance increased
Even in your presence the void of absence is felt
Is that how it was meant to be?
Venice regarded as most beautiful city
Never till now seemed so far
I wish things never changed between us
If Rome was not built in a day, Did Venice have to be so far?

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Preeti
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A broken relationship, an endeavor towards repairing it…nice read!

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