Cursed Poem by Alexander Foald
Cursed
Flowers on the hill
Memory is fading
Where I put my dream
Away with your hands
Stars in the sky
The night calls you out
No matter how far you can be
Still you remember me here
Rhymes made by poets
Love will be your source
Floating in the air,
Waves with her name
But not mine
River by the city
Flows in the mystic of feeling
Like the mystery itself,
I didn’t quite know your name
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