In a garden of memories and emotions, a writer stands out like a flower and his pen is its pollen.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Yesterday I Lost You
Yesterday I Lost You
Yesterday I lost you into emptiness
With its old forgotten song
For nothing in my heart so painful
That stays with me that long
Your portrait sculptured in my mind
Sadly from passing I cannot save
Those emotions that once worshipped it
Were now just angels on the grave
Yesterday I lost you into the waves
But of dreams I painted with my hand
Dreams we built in the clouds
Were fading footprints in the sand
But in fading you will be emblemed
Upon these words; once an alluring grace
If in moving on with fate should weave us near
Will I remember your pretty face
-pollenpen
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2 comments:
A touching and pretty poem, I stumble across your blog and I will be back.
thank you. hear you then
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