POETRY | Faded Memory by John Prabakaran Solomon

In the morning where you lay between the sheets, Your soft touch lingers on my skin. Mesmerized by your captivating eyes, How can I deny the wonders they hold.   With you around, Everything else is background. Your smile. Your touch. Just like a symphony at play.   The entire world could turn into poems, Yet you’ll be the loveliest one. Your lips, as soft as silk, Sweet, like the flowers in spring.   You used to say how life is like a movie. Perhaps that is why you never loved them, But I can watch the world pass...

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