Just by sitting on this chair
I can remember our first "Hi"
Naked white board sees our memories
Grey windows feel our warmth friendship
Glass in black know the truth
A silent corridor hears our laugh and cry
Happy sad memories we have passed, even
A promise one day will see you again
Rosy day as our living testimony of our promise
Thanks for always be there is not our goodbye words
Only with you I can stand bravely now
Now, it's our time to have a real war
Once again, this is not our farewell
It's our first "Hi" with the new us
a beautiful tactic of writing your poems i respect that for no one can steal your work we all have a way a style of how we write our poems its in every writer to have a style of writing identifying him/her. i love the piece its beautifully written thanks for such wonderful work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This style of poem is called an acrostic. Very well done, Jingga. Friendships are mysterious sometimes. They start out of the blue, evolve and sometimes fade away
You r right Mr.Kelly too mysterious to realize that you r in a sweet friendship.. You can't throwback the time.. You just can protect it.. Thank you for reading..