We are so close, yet feel miles apart. Each day is an act of pretense of love with an aching heart. Once those eyes were full of warmth. But now they are empty and devoid of love the longing now far gone. Ignorance is a bliss, but very evil. In the distance I see a forlorn hope of love it doesn't feel real. As I wake to another day, My heart says "What does feel real these days?"
-Ishita Gupta
What a beautiful poem. It touched my heart.
Ignorance is a bliss, but very evil.
In the distance I see a forlorn hope
of love
it doesn’t feel real.
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I’m so glad you liked it. Thank you❤❤
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My pleasure Ishita.
xoxo
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💗
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Wow! This one blew my mind to distant shores. Such a large wave of poetry coming thru this.
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Oh thank you so much🌸
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Great poem!! I love the title as well 🙂
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Glad you liked it😊
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Sometimes the questions feel too much…
“Ignorance is a bliss, but very evil.”
So very well done.
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Thank you so much Rachel💗❤
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You’re very welcome Ishita 💕
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Brilliant poem!
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Thanks a lot!🌸
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