Friday, April 17, 2015

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Here comes my friend bubbling
Showing her new shoes
She wants to how they look
I smile, they look fab, I say

When they hand over the receiver
I take it obligingly
They want to know how my life fare
I smile, Great I say

There are always chats
There are always smiles
I am at my best to be courteous
I am what can be my best

But when the chats stop
When the smile withers
When they drift away
What is left behind is haze

It gives me chill
Like a touch of cold steel
It not winter
Yet the loneliness returns

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3 comments:

  1. Lovely. Very realistic.

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  2. When they drift away
    What is left behind is haze

    Indeed. Lovely lines you have penned here.

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  3. This was so lovely. I love the sense of coldness you express. Like cold steel.

    Good luck with the A to Z Challenge!
    A to Z Co-Host S. L. Hennessy
    http://pensuasion.blogspot.com/

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