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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. Launna October 8, 2013 at 1:31 PM

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

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  2. RajeshOctober 8, 2013 at 8:30 PM

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

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  3. The Purple Assassin.October 11, 2013 at 5:57 PM

    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. Amrit SinhaOctober 18, 2013 at 9:45 PM

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

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  5. Vandana SharmaOctober 21, 2013 at 1:05 PM

    The emotions will always give warmth.

    Thank you for the encouragement.

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  6. Jennifer WagnerOctober 21, 2013 at 10:31 PM

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

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  7. Sadia KhanOctober 24, 2013 at 6:04 PM

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

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

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  8. Lubaina E.October 30, 2013 at 8:20 AM

    Oh my! :)
    Lovely Poem.

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  9. Lubaina E.November 12, 2013 at 6:01 PM

    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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  10. Loredana DonovanDecember 30, 2013 at 12:15 AM

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

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    1. AnonymousMarch 7, 2014 at 9:01 PM

      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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