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by:Akshaya Kamalnath
The pain that was,
The sad truth that is,
Days might fly past
Without a pause,
But time cannot heal.
Like chloroform, it merely numbs,
Tears freeze and knot within.
Ah…the frozen tears melt with the joy
Of anticipation.
I’m going back.
The tears threaten to flow
But ‘tis transitory.
Leave, I must.
The pain that I know will be
Freezes the tears back
Into the knot.
by:Akshaya Kamalnath
The pain that was,
The sad truth that is,
Days might fly past
Without a pause,
But time cannot heal.
Like chloroform, it merely numbs,
Tears freeze and knot within.
Ah…the frozen tears melt with the joy
Of anticipation.
I’m going back.
The tears threaten to flow
But ‘tis transitory.
Leave, I must.
The pain that I know will be
Freezes the tears back
Into the knot.
The above poem is the intellectual property of
Akshaya Kamalnath. All Rights including
copyright belong to Akshaya Kamalnath
Akshaya Kamalnath. All Rights including
copyright belong to Akshaya Kamalnath
Aspiring Writers Magazine is owned and
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Copyright 1999 - 2007
All Rights Reserved
operated by Lavenia Ann Claman.
Copyright 1999 - 2007
All Rights Reserved
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