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counting stars.

I remember the feeling,
sounds that day,
The cracks in the ceiling,
As my roof gave way,
My whole world crashing down ,
Walls caving in,
I cried so hard,
no air could get in,
Crocheted hearts threads,
now part ,
What was i to do now,
Everything fell apart,
I couldn't escape the memories,
Of you so hard to bare,
I sat alone,
in deepest despair,
How was i to function,
Your love no longer there,
I'd take long walks alone,
I'd talk to you in my head,
I didn't want to face the fact,
That you my love were dead,
Id count the stars at night ,
They'd help me fall asleep,
The love we shared,
Forever i shall keep.

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Ravindra Kumar

"The love me shared, forever I shall keep."...faultlessness nature...."I sat alone in deepest despair,..".. regathering thoughts in pensive state,....wow...scattering beauty of symbolic arrangement enhancing fancy look...lovely,..regards..xx Ravindra Kumar xx

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you ravindra, means alot that you appreciate this write, its dear to my heart, much love nardine xoxo

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