Its a pointless journey
Without feeling hurt and pain
You wake up one morning
Find yourself transported into a no man's land
There is no succor for the hungry heart here
It was a dream
Where you held happiness in the palm of your hand
Where you stood and poured your heart out to another stranger
The waves lapping at your feet
Life is a minefield
You end up losing a heart or two
The mental scars – they never go away
My valley with the yellow flowers
Where I yearn to walk waits for me
I am still meandering
2 comments:
..there's no such thing as a great suffering, great regret, great memory.. everything left untouched is forgotten, even a great love! That's what's sad about life, and also what's wonderful about it.
The choice to leave it alone is made by the mind. Not giving it a chance is where in my mind love is lost.
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