Surprised am I not from you
but nature has many colors
a few seen
the rest is just a blanket of unseen clouds
Forgo me not, for I am no more
but life has to be lived wearing
a few moments
the rest is just in days and numbers
Hurt am I not from the wounds of infidelity
but the evergreen scars remind me of
a few delicate memories
the rest is just pains under my pillow
Bring me not the hopes to see more
but shut my eyelids down for
a few passing visions of past
the rest will just suffice the hunger for present loss
Watch me not leaving for you won't keep my heart
but bid me farewells for
a few good times spent together
the rest will just remain in the book of memories
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories are there to cherish forever.............