walking by the sea
feeling the breeze fly so free
feeling the the crystal sand beneath my soul
reminder, of my vows
feeling the waves brush underneath
reminder, of what lies beneath
the wind so smoothly flying
whispering words, i spoke crying
these not only bring happiness
but memories, to which i refer as mistress
closing my eyes, i feel the wind piercing
my heart, where my past is still flowing
open my eyes, open my eyes
stupidly welcoming those thoughts, that really hurt
those footsteps printed on the sand, footsteps fading away
print the pages of my life, fresh till today
my past may long be gone
those they are treasures, i closely own
kept secretly, kept safely
in a dark corner, of my life story
every step taken in the present
fades like the moon, at its crescent...
this is a very nice poem, a true beauty with mysterious music bearing the traits of post modern poetry. thanks for sharing.pl.read my other poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanx again. ive read a lot of your poems that flabbergast me. a true wonder. The Lord gives talent you know :)