Words Are Hollow

beautiful love poems

Love Poem

 

After days and nights, many fights,
days of spring and summer,
auburn fall and colder winter.

All the battles we fought together!
All dawns we spent and laughed!
Friends and smiles – what is better!

Words are poor and empty,
meaningless, hollow, grey!
Shadows standing on my way.
 
Why am I not blind, I ask?
Why am I not deluded?
Just one word… farewell

 

more by Dimitar Dimitrov

photograph by Micah Hallahan

 

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  • There is a rawness in your poems. Loved that! Farewell .. such a word that brings lots of nostalgia for me.

    Thanks for sharing.

  • Dimitar

    Thank you, friend! That was one of the few poems I wrote for seconds… I felt like an emotional hurricane. Keep writing and imagining:)