She's gone,
Gone with the wind;
Leaving behind only a seed,
and a waterfall;
No images or memories,
Just a cast behind that door;
Soaring beyond the sunrise,
There's no turning back now;
The tears that she soaked upon the earth,
Is just the fatal addiction she has to life;
By: Alicia N. Cross
5-18-09
Alicia I love poems that keep me interested with each line. And the best ones leave you feeling something. I feel for the person who's gone and you leave me wishing that something could bring her back. excellent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you convey your feelings from your head to paper very good. once again i love the way you end this one. very good