In silence I probe my heart
To write some lines for you
‘Ask the meadow!’ Says my heart
’Ask the flower!’ Says the meadow
‘Ask the lake!’ Says the flower
Lulled by quiet inspiration
These lines I write for you
Afloat on a lake of heavenly bliss
In the meadow of my heart
On a bed of scented flowers
Your memory lingers
As profound as the still waters
As vast as the meadow
As nostalgic as the perfume of wild blooms
If I were to forget you
I would forget the meadow, the flower, the lake
I would forget my poetry
Anita Bacha
Anita Bacha 
This is so very beautiful ❤👏
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Thank you 🌷💕🌷
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This is a splendid piece of poetry
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Thank you, Sunith! Glad you like it! One of the first poems I posted on WordPress in 2012, now featured in my poetry book, Soul Poetry (2015) , published by Partridge.
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Oh, this was gorgeous. I loved every single line,
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Do you ? Really? I love this as well. In those days ( I wrote those lines in 2012), I was seeing the world with the eyes of innocence.
Now, I know what the audience wants.
I give them what they want,
So they may want what I have to give.
Thank you once more.
It’s good to have you here!
🌷💕🌷
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It is good that you give your audience what they want (I do the same), but you have to write for yourself as well.
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Yes..
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