Lilly Emery


My Book Of Memories


My Book Of Memories
In that book of my mind
which is holds the pages
of You and I;
My memory sing like the wind
unfold one page to another,
The chapter of our Love goes
On and on to other days,
To the very first day we had ever met
To the days of gray of rain,
When You was lay'ed down to rest.
Appear the words...
Here begins a new life of what it is
To be alone without you.
The garden of our Love had faded away
in gloom of gray,
I am tugging to get through another day without You.

Lilly Emery
Death

Submitted: Thursday, June 12, 2014

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  • Saadat Tahir (6/12/2014 3:54:00 PM)

    To be alone without you.
    The garden of our Love had faded away
    in gloom of gray,

    touching painful..drenched in sorrow

    nice lines
    liked (Report) Reply

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