Awakening. short poem

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In growing silence of the soul,
With soulful emotions,
To keep alive the passions
Of the yearning heart,
My mind drifts on,
In the sea of life.

A numbness spreads,
In a chasm so vast,
Leaving a path behind,
The dreams held close,
And oozing scars of life,
That still bleed.

Eyes show what’s in the soul,
Words give away expressions,
Finding a new meaning,
To make me glow,
With love in my heart,
For a new awakening.

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ammu sachariah

well written Geetha.

Savi Mani

wonderfully written dear Geetha…….each loving heart wait for the awakening……..very beautifully written…..

Viswas Menon

Geetha ….wonderful imagery …good work..keep it up


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