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Slipping Away
Theres music in the background,
but like this memory its fading away;
Your sillouhette is all I can make out,
because your face has slowly disappeared;
I try my hardest to hold on,
but it falls through my fingers like sand;
It seems so long ago,
as though it was all a dream;
I wish I could hold your face in my hands,
and make a lasting sketch
but like this memory its fading away;
Your sillouhette is all I can make out,
because your face has slowly disappeared;
I try my hardest to hold on,
but it falls through my fingers like sand;
It seems so long ago,
as though it was all a dream;
I wish I could hold your face in my hands,
and make a lasting sketch
Published 22nd Mar 2010
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24th Mar 2010 8:18am
...all the senses at once - although you could also have added a scent or two as well. All good poetry needs to provoke reaction on as many levels as possible. An enjoyable and promising read - keep writing.
Anonymous
9th Apr 2012 7:53am
This one line made so much sense to me, the many things we try to hold onto, as they sadly slip through our fingers. Loved your poem!
