Mornings bring back your ghosts.
I don’t know what to do with them
just as much I don’t know
what to do with myself.
I ask them to stand guard
at the door of my mind and heart.
So that the memories
of your smiles,
your stares, your touch,
and everything else pretty much,
don’t gatecrash anymore.
~~~~~
Querencia: a place from which one’s strength is drawn
~~~~~
Asha Seth
Learned a new word and loved the poem… 🙂
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Loved this. So beautifully done.
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You know your presence here delights me, don’t you, Yas? 🙂
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Likewise , seriously.
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This flowed real nice!
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Appreciate it. Thanks. 🙂
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Welcome!
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I think you are best friends with your ghosts
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Indeed!
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The use of gatecrash is strong, but effective! Another good one from you.
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Thanks, Alok. You have such best perspectives to things. 🙂
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This is amazing.
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Glad you like!
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