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What if
The falling star disintegrated
before I could make a wish
my thoughts of you linger
and I wonder, what if
time and space a universal race
we go on living, thinking, hoping
history gone, here and now
we settle for what is
giving as much as we could get
no room for regret
and yet
it remains, out there, what if…
tantalising fantasies
the mind succumbs to flight
time not on our side
poetry oozes in metaphors
love knows no boundaries
regret knows only sorrow
here and now, and tomorrow
we look ahead and borrow
today passes in a second
each hour, each day passive
with longing for your face
absence makes the heart ache
a rare gift of living
with the time given
my heart bleeds love forever
my head screams, what if
feedback van andere lezers- Dora
Three poems in one
heart ans head should not fight
but in balance unite
killea: it's a constant conflict Dora
xxx
j - Johan
Wonderful poem but sometimes words force their existence, rupturing the flow and overshadowing the feelings they are meant to express.
killea: many thanks for your insightful feedback
xx
j - tessy
Prachtig zoals steeds June
xxx
killea: thank you so much Tessy
xx
j - yellow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SsMo8UuB8XQ
killea: we'll never know...
thank you Marc
xxx
j - hettie35
Hier wordt ik stil van,
groetjes Hettie
killea: many thanks Hettie
xx
j - jan
better use a whishing well instead of falling stars June, they often explode before they hit the ground...
xxx
j
killea: what would I do without your sound advice darling
xxx
j
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