Memories Poem by Marius Silverstone

Memories

Rating: 4.5


I still remember,
when,
being just six years old,
I was collecting stones on the riverbank...

It was raining,
and I was rinsing them in puddles...

They were so pretty!
Round and flat,
red, white and yellow,
smooth and shiny...

The sky was crying with rain,
and I was sitting there, focused on my little task...

Twenty six years have passed.

I'm occupied with my own world all the same.

And heaven still cries, swallowing its tears...


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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Noha El3wdy 23 May 2009

nice words deep meaning

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great words here..truly outstanding

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Marius Silverstone

Marius Silverstone

Szczytno, Poland
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