Xoxo
Xoxo
Softly traced upon the page,
A parting kiss, there, a love engraved;
X's cross like a sigh passing by,
O's embrace where hope still lies.
Faded ink in distant echoes,
Love once promised and now we echo.
A faint mark, a name softly whispered,
Is a touch of fire and a breath of flame.
Time destroys what we sew,
But some still sign Xoxo.
Hmm... Time destroys what we sew, but some still sign.... some still...
sign.... Xoxo.. Xoxo...
Penned by Mysticaanjali
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Love the ending of th poem. Its the depth of the two lines that stand out in your write up. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHugs and kisses always remain. Yes, time does destroy what we sew but still we sigh XOXO. It takes away every negativity and fills us with positivity. Just one hug that is enough for all pain of the past. Nice to visit your post after so long.
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