One of my old poems ๐Ÿ˜Š

It is a reverie
A canvas daub with your memories
Now awaken to bitter actuality
I am discerning of your abrupt evanesce

And that withering hope of your appearance
Is dwindling away with the passing time
Knowing I canโ€™t mend it
Making my heart bereaved of your endearment

But not the soul
Never deprive of your thoughts
Though our time was short-lived
The reminiscence is enough to cherish forever

Your impressions still fresh from yesterday
For the time when I am alone
To bring that occasional smile
Drifting me to a reverie

Copyright ยฉ Shantanu Baruah

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