Hearts' Mending (3)


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

It hasn't been so easy, shifting from

Our college days, our ev'ry hour together,

And sharing all our thoughts; to then become

A lone alumnus, sister without brother


Like Wordsworth, stranded in a city German,

I was adrift, in hostile land, alone.

Beset by doubts and worries, storms and vermin,

I soothed my mind with thoughts of our old home.


We made so many mem'ries in those days--

Made movies, skipped our classes, fought pun wars,

And talked for hours. But there's no gold that stays--

The joys of youth gave way to grown-up chores.


So bittersweet, my feelings at that instant:

The closest friends I loved became so distant!

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Inspired by (sequel to):

There's no one else who's helped me know my self,

My heart, without dissembling or disguise.

You sho…

Hearts' Mending (2)

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