The Memories Of Love #Poem & #Painting by Nikos Laios

 

It was destiny,
The held hands
In silence and looked
Into each other’s eyes,
They had nothing else to say,
They felt numb and the memories

Of their love now seemed meaningless,
But they had lived and loved and that
Defined their own humanity,
It gave them a depth which
They clung onto and sustained
Them during their hollow days.

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With a digital painting from Nikos Laios

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