Remember the moments we shared
Stories we retold
Poems we recited together
Were of friendly in nature
I do not know
Even now
How a pause between us
Come in.
May be from your stories
Or from my dreams
Or our desires
lit life to them.
Remember the moments we shared
There were flowers and horns
Bushes and trees
Birds and nests
Mountains and valleys
Rivers and oceans
Fog and mist
Draught and flood
Pain and Pleasures
Rich and poor
Peasant and Lord
Men and women
Love and betrayal
which were unbearable
You set sail in disguise
To your native land
Leaving me behind
A Palette in my hand
In a poetical way you crave for someone that you loved so much. You want all this love back to you. But she gone away, she is away from you and you are painting in black and white. That are the colors of your palette! ! ! Your words! ! Sad poem i hope she listen you.
Take care of all your memories. For you cannot relive them. a beautiful write with beautiful feelings i am speechless............
I forgot to say, that poem is very beautiful and full of love.
Memories, one way to know life is alive. They make life's palette. Beautifully penned.
Ohhh how sad: (I can feel your pain., Love is not always a happy ending..perhaps a start of a new beginning
Memories pleasant and painful. On the canvas there is a colorful sketch.this beautiful write.
That was so beautiful and sad. Loved your poem. Gave it an excellent!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad. A well written poem, keep it up!