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A Poem by Nwang

These are the fingers;
Which your lips had kissed. 
These are the eyes;
From which you had wiped off tears.

So, how can I ;
Cover my own reflection.
How can I forget;
What this heart remembers.

Whenever tears wash these eyes;
You are still the vision.
Where ever these feet might tread;
You are the earth beneath.

So, how can I;
Cover the brightness of the moon.
How can I forget;
What this heart remembers.

© 2016 Nwang



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This is such a beautiful, yet subtle expression. The title adds to the despair in the emotion. As if, it no longer matters what the feeling is. I like this poem.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Nwang

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reviewing!!!
No one can...so easily forget...
Very touching poem, I could feel every line... simply flawless piece... keep writing friend!!!
Anindita : )

Posted 1 Year Ago


Nwang

1 Year Ago

Thank you for your wonderful review @Anindita

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Nwang
Nwang

kolkata, west bengal, India



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