I miss faces more than places,
Places more than faces.
The faces of the places,
And the comfort place
that we find in faces.
I like the journey more than the destination
The faces more than the people
The laughs more than the sorrow
The moments more than the memories
It's all too overwhelming
For us to conjure up in our hearts
That all that remains in the end
Are the memories in our brains
Connected to our hearts.
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Bloom
PoetryBLOOM, A collection of random poems and thoughts. Bloom, Among the wilted Inspite of your feelings Don't let it down Just bow down Bloom, Wherever you are planted Even when the snow's falling Brace yourself Be strong Bloom, Pushing yourself...
