The day seemed to be forsaken,
the clouds hovered a little ashen,
the flowers in the meadow, lackluster in appearance,
Why, even the songs of the winds, had a tinge of melancholy.
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We traced out steps in silence,
For the stillness touched us to the depths of our soul,
There was you, and then I,
And, a world before us without meaning.
-shobana-
SIMPLY SHOBANA 
It’s something one can only feel.
An emptiness…
Beautifully worded, Shobana.
Lovely as always. 🙂
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This is so beautiful and heavy Shobana. Well written 🙂
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Even the songs of the wind have a tinge of melancholy. That’s so beautiful, Shobana. A lovely poem.
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