I won't be gone long
Torn between a romance and responsibility to a family left behind, who knows which side's the diversion, or if he'll ever pick at all.
Driving down the freeway
In my 60's Chevrolet
Sweetheart though I love you
Tonight I gotta get away
Rae my good man called me
About all I left behind
Can't leave my folk this way
They can't hold onto the land
If you wait on just a little more time
One day I'll return to stay
Now aint that worth waiting for, my dearest René
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P. K. Gani
I'm an avid reader exploring fragments of my imagination and revisiting moments in writing. I hope others enjoy what I piece together.
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Fading light
Upon the soft bronze surface, various footprints remained, where grains so fine had been crushed. The night breeze flew across the sea, which went swimming over the parched sand. Trees were heard, rustling their leaves as the cool breeze touched them. Within this magical atmosphere, a sense of purity and noise united. The refreshing sea without boundary, beach so widespread - not easy finding a place more soothing than this beauty of nature.
By P. K. Ganiabout a year ago in Poets
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Nice job!
Wow. Don’t need to say anything else! 👏