All the things I thought would last
Disintegrate before my eyes
All fairy tales believed
Wither at the seams
And when the ash has fallen down
And been scattered by the wind
I'm left with all the broken things
I thought would heal again
Everything I thought I had
I'd keep forevermore
But childish fantises hid the truth
I was locked out side the door
But hidden in my silent thoughts
Was where denial was
Because, missing in time
Was a precious thing of mine
Missing in time What a precious thing of mine. Good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems And comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice work. Great writing.