A willow stands near water
head slightly tilted
staring into the blue
the wind whispers a name
someones face appears
fresh and alluring
reflections of yesterday
soaking in it's beauty
images of what was but
is no more.
In a reflection or in the gentle pat of a wind or on the sight of a tree, some fond faces and memories can come alive! Enjoyed this lovely write!
I met someone close yesterday and had an intimate chat. I am informed he is no more today. I carry his lively image with me. Great poem. Thank you.
Woes of humanity wreathed beautifully the wrath memories kissing coldly thank
how beautiful..sometimes i wonder how you think of such beautiful thoughts but then again what can a beautiful hearted person do
, , , last paragraph made this poem a lot special.... thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Images of what was can still bring great memories. A great poem.