Words don’t come anymore,
they wait quietly by the door…
waiting for something,
that is there no more…
words,
they don’t come any more.
Poetry and image copyright neha 2017
Words
forgottenmeadows
thoughts from my mind to yours
forgottenmeadows
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March 3, 2017 at 6:10 pm
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
March 9, 2017 at 11:56 am
Thank you do much!
March 9, 2017 at 3:03 pm
You are welcome so much.
March 4, 2017 at 12:20 am
I agree .. words sometimes don’t come anymore .. we keep waiting.
Lovely piece.
March 9, 2017 at 11:56 am
Thank you so much!
March 10, 2017 at 1:22 am
My pleasure indeed
March 4, 2017 at 10:14 am
Amazing. ❤ ❤
March 9, 2017 at 11:57 am
Thank you so much!
March 4, 2017 at 5:12 pm
Phenomenal!
March 9, 2017 at 11:57 am
Thank you Dorna!
March 9, 2017 at 11:59 am
Thank you so much!
March 9, 2017 at 12:01 pm
lol – (@–>–)
March 9, 2017 at 12:02 pm
Sorry for the repeat that was meant for your other comment 🙂 Clearly, I am goofing up today
March 9, 2017 at 1:15 pm
No worries. (@–>–)
March 8, 2017 at 11:07 am
“Words dont come anymore,they wait by the door”. 👍 Words so beautifully looped together 👍👍👍
March 9, 2017 at 12:00 pm
Thank you so much!
March 9, 2017 at 4:35 am
Awesome!
March 9, 2017 at 12:00 pm
Thank you kindly!
May 21, 2017 at 7:42 am
This poem describes the quieter part of the human race beautifully.
May 22, 2017 at 8:18 am
Thank you so much!