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Long Winter Chill

If I could do a Neruda,
You would have smelt of summer roses
And Autumn pine.
There would have been sheer love
Of the kind that causes our hearts to ache
And loneliness bordering the divine.
You would have had so many secrets
Welling up as in a girly giggle
And so few friends who would hear them all.

I am no Neruda
I can't paint you a Summer breeze
Amidst this long winter chill.

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  1. I wish I could be a Neruda... but I will have to be with the long winter chill too....

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  2. Thank you for the visit L. Happy that you patronize LWC :)

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  3. Beautiful piece.
    We can be whoever we want to. It's true. All it takes is the faith in this statement!

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  4. This is just so beautiful ... loved it :-)

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  5. The emotions will always give warmth.

    Thank you for the encouragement.

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  6. A beautiful poem. I'm a big fan of Neruda's poetry :)

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  7. Awww...loved it...Neruda is exceptional, but you're too good :)

    PS--I'm no robot...why captcha then :/

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  8. Oh, and I mentioned you in this post. 'Cause your poetry is amazing ^_^
    http://lluviatic-logophile.blogspot.com/2013/11/autumn-liebster-award.html

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  9. ... and you sound just like Neruda in this poem. You captured his spirit. Happy New Year, Rajesh :)

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    1. wow..Beautiful poem Rajesh! we all wish if we could be Neruda..that we are able to put that kind of emotion in our words...I have written a poem too with the same theme some time back.. :-) God bless..

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