in the sunless weather
of the freezing winds,
i see the fainted clouds
that reverberate some caresses
of your hands on my back
in the form of constellations.

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We were a story.
"Our chapters were meant to end one day."
Why do I then feel the reader's saudade?

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Only the walls have
heard how saudade those days
became poetry
when the moon
narrated her
very own love story.

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Your voice has faded
echoes still persist,
Your face is long forgotten
reflection is still visible,
The moon is waning
its light still hits the eye,
Heart has recovered
melancholy still exists,
For love has perished,
the saudade has not.

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my colonised kind still
favours your soul
we worship your words
and rip off our guilt
i wonder if the images are true
i seek out the truth
i feel do we share the
same weather
or does it rain more
than your balcony
i walk on the path
to be led by your words
i walk on my path
to lead you
i wish to share 'us'
with 'you'
©chandni

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©EvergreenSoul

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she never felt alive
till he healed her

a restless romantic
dared to bare his soul

a broken nib
prophesied their journey

twin masks
bore one soul

maze runner
tied the labyrinth to
carve a saudade
on the rocks
of time
©chandni

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I still paint the skies blue,
The flowers of remembrance pink,
The sunset horizons orange,
The rainy days grey
And you, all colours,
You were white, invisible when you were there,
But now, I've discovered the spectrum that you were.
I'm glad, I'm again moving towards white emptiness.
Blank.
// Caption

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All that remains
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