We Left Too Much Behind

We Left Too Much Behind short poem

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We left too much behind.
A milky moon floating in our coffee
Unbuttoned thoughts
A mason jar filled with sunshine,
And words.

Words that still float mid air
waiting to be spoken,
incomplete, cracked, dusty
Do you remember any?

And those butterflies in the stomach.
They have died.

We left too much behind.

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Chandrama Deshmukh

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When poetry touches the soul, everything starts making sense. The inner world seems real and the outer one becomes bearable. When thoughts mixed with words travel through the empty spaces of mind, poetry happens to me. It always has been a mysterious force guiding me through. With two published books and one amaturish blog, I consider myself blessed to have started this journey. An old diary with think brown cover and an over used, end bitten pen. That’s where real magic begins! May you find your undiscovered meanings in my poems. May existence make sense. Even if just for a little while.
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