The Pain of Remembering
When the drops touch the ground, unraveling the person.
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedOne may spend a lifetime yearning;
moments appear only as passing.
I cherish the pain of remembering,
What I dread is the pain of forgetting.
Memories become drizzling rain;
the aftertaste of hope
unfolds as disillusionment.
When the drops touch the ground,
they unravel the person—
an echo carrying a quiet ache.
When love is frozen in what no longer is,
a snowflake’s beauty becomes pretence;
its sanctity unravels into ache—
A soul-staining contradiction.
When a wrong note melts
When a beginning borns from its end,
I cherish the pain of forgetting,
What I dread is the pain of remembering.
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