you and i, we’ve met before
before the winding alleys to my home changed
where daisies met every morning to greet the sun
and music wafted from the apartment above
the road where i walked to the bus stop and
stopped to chase the little ducklings along the way
you and i have met before
before i forgot the way to your home
the one that has that tea shop for four
and around the bend, waters blue
with doves so white and pristine true
we’ve been apart chasing dreams, some elusive, some real
but the moon’s been out each night, leaving a trail
you and i we’ve met before
I’ve just forgotten the way home.
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This is beautifully sad.
🌿🌺🌿ah…yes….but hopefully someday il find my way back ❤❤❤
I hope so. (-:
Hope you guys meet again 🙂
Nicely written (y)
Thanks anoop..hope you are going to be relaxing this long weekend
Beautiful memories, very well written 🙂
Hugs and I have your tea ready ❤
Aw so sweet 🙂
Bittersweet. I do hope you find your way back
🌿🐢🌿🐢🌿ah…yes slowly but someday surely
The perfect angle for that shot…they all seem to be exploding out of the ground!
Awww…they looked happy to me 😀
beautiful!!
🌺🌿🌺🌿🌺much love
Hi! This was quite moving…. Been through something similar so yeah… I kinda get it I guess…. Kudos to your fab writing skills! Many cheers for a better sunrise tomorrow…. 🙂
Cheers❤always a better tomorrow 😀😀
I’ll drink to that! 😃
Outstanding performance! ❤ 🙂
😍😍thank you ❤❤❤
My pleasure! ❤ 🙂
Wowwy this is beautiful ❤
🌺😀awww…hugs
Perhaps the other person remembers. Beautiful!
I do hope so..truly ❤
Beautifully written. I do not see sadness here. I see hope. And hope is the anchor for the soul. Very nice.
🌺🌺there always hope…and umm tea 😀
Beautiful!
❤🌷❤much love and many hugs
maybe i’m way off the mark here but it reminded me of this poem that kamala das wrote called “grandmother’s house” especially the last line, which goes –
“you cannot believe, darling,
Can you, that I lived in such a house and
Was proud, and loved…. I who have lost
My way and beg now at strangers’ doors to
Receive love, at least in small change? “
Awwww..that’s just beautiful …beautiful …and it’s a perfect fit …she wrote with her heart ..raw and emotional ❤❤❤
that she did, comrade 🙂
Forgetting has always been blessing in disguise for me…returning might mean sorrow. But your words, as always have touched, where they should. 🙂
Ah but forgetting is an art that comes with time …and so in the periods in between one expresses so ❤❤❤ much love to you ❤🌷🌷
Ahhh, to dance on the gliiter on the trail of the moon. The stuff of dreams……
Everyone deserves a hansel n gretel all of their own 😄
Yes, or perhaps a sleeping beauty…..
You have gone silent, Anamika!