
I watch the moon moves all alone the whole night,
I count the clock ticks all alone the whole night,
I stare at the ceiling in silence the whole night
Those were the days the nights were too long to pass
And those were the days I miss them the most
I watch the sun setting down to an evening chill,
I watch the cloud passing by the hills,
I watch the birds fly as it wills
Those were the days, the days were too long to pass
And those were the days I miss them the most.
By Sonsnow
Thank you, Sonam, for the heartfelt poem.
Joanna
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Wonderful poem 🙂
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Thank You, Ananya Reddy Ji
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A lovely poem Sonam.. The Moment is all that counts.. Even those we may miss those passing days ❤
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Thank you for going through it Sue Dreamwalker. Your kind word means a lot.
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🙏
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Your “Reflections” in a heartfelt poem. Very nicely done.
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Thank You, your encouragement means the world to me.
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Beautiful
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Thank You for going through it.
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Truly reminds of calming down and noticing the little things!
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Good one Sonam 🙂
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So much to say about this beautiful poem ~ so I will not say any of it, but only bow in appreciative silence 🙏
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Thank You!
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