I see your face every time I hear a sad song
As our sacred sun reaches its zenith
Leaving nothing but dust and bones beneath
The faded memories are merely melancholic
All I ever wanted was to see you dancing in the purple rain
Your smile frozen upon my wall in a frame
Now my mind is being overwhelmed with the constant thoughts of lust
When the sake of forgetting you has become a must
the emotions are finely expressed..great write..outstanding
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nostalgic approach has been illuminated so well that it defies the importance of remembrances whether harsh or good......10/10