Standing in the seashore
Looking into the sea
Cool breeze passed me
With broken thoughts of love.
White angles around me
with drips in my vein
To bring me into normal life
With all possible means.
My past memories came one by one
Like a movie
In the opera house
with audience wild applause.
I can remember those days
Which we spend in this sea shore
Sharing our glorious moments
Of golden days of love.
I heard the anxious sound of my bye stander
Who rushed to the nurses room for a doctor
And i tied to complete these words
But darkness covered my eyes.
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a good poem with a nice flow white angles around me with drips in my vein to bring me into normal life with all possible means.
I have a very small box where I keep my greatest pain. I can not lend you mine, but you can find your. Mine is like a Pandora's box. That's where I'm wise and very old. Sometimes I open it and weep. Beautiful poem
Lovely memories, but I would forget the past, look into the future, you are still young. It could of been worst if you marry her.
I really like this poem, my dear.....both the enchanting flow and sharp, deep thoughts of an old man.Great! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found this to be a very moving poem. Well written, painting a vivid picture for your readers.