Crumpled pages read and read
the authors words in someone’s head.
Knowledge of bygone days.
Hidden under dust on the shelf.
Faded pages, dogged corners
what may their secrets hide.
A single dried rose
lay beside the dusty pile
fragile to the touch.
Perhaps echoing love lost.
Where once full of life
now hopelessly forgotten
Vividly remembering the past
a painful encounter went to dust.
Tears rolled down, came at last.
Healing has taken its place.
the three of you are intertwined in such a delightful way, your words just flow so beautifully together. A sad picture you all paint here, but just so beautiful and elegantly portrayed. Melvina
Crumpled is such an evocative word, and such a wonderful beginning to this piece of romantic melancholy and ultimate resolution. You three certainly seem destined to become one. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I agree with Sandra. And, so much in so little. t x
What a lovely poem. Romance is alive and well on poemhunter. Ten from me. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great piece. This is fantastic. I bow to the poet.