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These are the fingers;

Which your lips had kissed. 

These are the eyes;

From which you had wiped off tears.

So, how can I ;

Cover my own reflection.

How can I forget;

What this heart remembers.

Whenever tears wash these eyes;

You are still the vision.

Where ever these feet might tread;

You are the earth beneath.

So, how can I;

Cover the brightness of the moon.

How can I forget;

What this heart remembers.

Reviews

[Diamond]

This is such a beautiful, yet subtle expression. The title adds to the despair in the emotion. As if, it no longer matters what the feeling is. I like this poem.

[Nwang]

Thank you for reviewing!!!

[Anindita Janhabee]

No one can...so easily forget...
Very touching poem, I could feel every line... simply flawless piece... keep writing friend!!!
Anindita : )

[Nwang]

Thank you for your wonderful review @Anindita