It was but a flame,
A tiny speck of dust.
But once untamed,
You ran out of luck.
It knew no control,
It’d perish for sure.
It wasn’t a mere stroll,
Against it you were lured.
It began with a revolt,
That dawns with age.
You were a thunderbolt,
Satiating youthful rage.
As years went by,
It left you unsatisfied.
Teaching lessons for life,
It was an emotion that died.
-Nameera.
Lessons remain, innocence fades away. Its end may never be in sight but we do feel the absence that lingers upon its exit.
Wonderful poem Nameera
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Thanks a ton!!
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Profound ❤
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I’m glad you think so! (:
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This,this is a wonderful piece! 🙂
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Thank you so much! ❤
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This is fire❤️
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You are fire💜
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Haha.❤️❤️❤️
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Beautiful ❤️✨
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Thanks a lot. 💮😊
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😊
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I loved this, such a powerful write and the ending was such a hard hitting verse that paired the ending up. Very nice.🌹🌹
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Thank you so much for the lovely feedback! 😊
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No problem, it was lovely.🌹🌹
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