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Whispers of your presence
I cry for reasons I don't understand,
Or maybe it's my life I cannot stand,
So hurting and writing, my nights I spend.
Thinking of you, is how I forget your absence,
And so I write poems, in spite of the distance,
In my mind you're so close, I can smell your fragrance,
And I long for as little, as to know of your existence—
Even if it's the whisper of your voice,
Carried by the wind to my house entrance.
© K_K_writes
#Love&love #poetrycommunity #heartbreaks #LOVEPOEM #K_K_writes
the translation of the quote in the picture:"and if you're not the love of my life I'll say that I chose the wrong life and not love"
Or maybe it's my life I cannot stand,
So hurting and writing, my nights I spend.
Thinking of you, is how I forget your absence,
And so I write poems, in spite of the distance,
In my mind you're so close, I can smell your fragrance,
And I long for as little, as to know of your existence—
Even if it's the whisper of your voice,
Carried by the wind to my house entrance.
© K_K_writes
#Love&love #poetrycommunity #heartbreaks #LOVEPOEM #K_K_writes
the translation of the quote in the picture:"and if you're not the love of my life I'll say that I chose the wrong life and not love"
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