Treasure Island

Sossi Khachadourian

A December Day

The fourteenth of December every year
Every year like this day the memory knocks the doors of my bleeding pain
A grief melted with craving nostalgic. Memories come together for mourning
They all hug each other every year
Just to tear
For the longing of those past years
For the yelling of a crying child's heart tear
Ah what a heart breaking day
The memorial of a chilly day
The celebration of the first storyline continued with bleeding heart tear
The fourteenth was not lived yet
The beginning and the end
Of a sweet childhood days
Yet before that day were not lived
After that day were deprived
Ah sweet childhood days
Before beginning found an end
No memories left behind
Just the memory of a crying child
Always alone shy in fear
Alas for a childhood melted with tear
Ah the fourteenth spring was not came yet
A child was wearing white dress
Unaware of becoming an adult yet
She was in white bridal dress.

Submitted: Friday, December 14, 2012
Edited: Friday, December 14, 2012
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