She leaves behind the past,
And some memories
She unwittingly drags along.
Her house overlooks the sea,
With a foreboding-
She does not belong.
Her life was a musical,
But there was
Never an opening song.
People like her are exquisite,
Still other people
Get them all wrong.
©Aaysid
Image by GIOVANNI_MARCELLO from Pixabay
Sad yet beautiful piece, Aaysid. Loved it all but these lines really stood out for me. ❤️❤️❤️
“Her life was a musical,
But there was
Never an opening song.”
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Thank you so much, Grace. Appreciate the feedback from you.❤😊
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Truly my pleasure.💕
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Mmmm. Yes, this is so true. I actually find that the more exquisite, the more people get them wrong. And, of course, I love that. Beautiful poem, dear Aaysid. ❤
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Thank you so much, Jeff. You always have the nicest and wisest things to say. 😊😊
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Awe, that is so kind, thank you, dear Aaysid. You’re most welcome, my dear friend. Always. 🤗❤
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Omg..! It’s really sad..! But you’re unique my dear..! Such a beautiful piece..! Truly loved it..!🤗😊
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Thank you so much for the lovely comment! 😊❤
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My pleasure dear..!💕
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Love your words. Thanks
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Thank you so much. I love your travel blog posts! 😊
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