Even though no
words are spoken,
I still hear you
through your eyes.
But when their
luminance died,
everything shattered.
© Sarah Doughty
Even though no
words are spoken,
I still hear you
through your eyes.
But when their
luminance died,
everything shattered.
© Sarah Doughty
Sarah Doughty 
This is beautiful. Thanks so much for reading and liking my poems. I really enjoy the minimalistic, intense feeling of your blog. Kind regards from a fellow poet.
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Thank you so much! I’m honored. 😊
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And it’s my pleasure to read.
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Lovely
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Thank you so much!
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Love🙌
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Thank you!
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Beautiful :’)
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Aw thanks!
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I love this line: “I still hear you with your eyes.” There’s something just heartbreaking about it.
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Yes, there is. Sigh. 💖
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But it’s so lovely. 🙂
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It is. 💕
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Deliciously sad…. *sigh*
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Aw thanks. 💖
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Reblogged this on Creative Writing Reblogged.
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Nice!
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Aw thanks! 😊
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Beautifully written Darah! And that ending…Wow!🤗
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Great ending! 💖
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Thank you!
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No problem!
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The eyes lost sight
As tears forming heavy
Darkness all over
Heart still wishing
To hear you again
Mind already knows
I am been played by
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Ooh
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Ooh la la-la
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Wonderfully beautiful!
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Thanks so much! 😊
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That was like a punch in the gut. Thank you! x x x
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Haha. Sorry for that. But thank you for the compliment! 😊
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No, it was a good thing! x x x
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Thank you! 😊 😊
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Seeing hearing. I remember reading the Ode to St Cecilia by John Dryden which ends in a cosmic collapse , but then there had to be a religious element, i mean all those fricking holy sonnets…anyway the line was “The dead shall live and the ling shall die, and the Sound of music shall untune the sky”. I remember feeling shattered.
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Oh wow. Thank you for sharing that.
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💕💕💕
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Thanks, love!
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