Yesterday I held you
Covered you with my hands
There were a thousand joys
That seemed to have no ends
Yesterday you whispered
Sweet music in my ear
There could be nothing sweeter
That I could feel dear
Yesterday my lips
Were calling out your name
The winds were filled with echoes
As if it were a game
Yesterday we laughed
We rolled upon the floor
With another humour
We laughed a little more
Yesterday we dreamed
Made elaborate plans
Tried to decipher
The lines on our hands
Yesterday I loved you
And you loved me too
Today things have changed
Only dreaming we can do
Frank Solanki 
How beautiful and sad
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It is a sad, yet beautifully written poem. Remembering is important. Therein lies healing. And tomorrow is a new day! ❤ Embrace Hope! ❤
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Lovely Frank. Love is such a beautiful thing that opens our heart and crushes. ❤️
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all so to real! do we get so complacent that we become blinded by delusion and cannot see the true reality?
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Another touching poem.
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So beautiful and sad.
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Another home run there Frank. Thank you!
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Welcome, Tim.
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There’s subtle anger there, making the loss so much sadder. But you have to sit back and reflect for the second layer to hit you. Well done.
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