Sunday mornings
Is a day of rest
Time for reflecting
At it's best
Our week has passed
Another will go
You never will know
What will take its tow
Words can't be taken back,
It's time to let go,
The time has come.
For that turn in the road.
Your eyes tell me yes,
I tell you no.
Now we wonder,
Which way do we go.
The third party shows us,
What was always right.
If you want me in your life,
Don't forget to let me out at night.
yes a good friend is the best asset of life...good tribute to a friend, , , words are omiyyed from the core of heart..greattt 10+++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
did i read this one? ... i m not sure.. but.. really liked this one.. you rigght from your heart Chris.. your poems reminds me of the poems written by Allison Cassidy.. lovely Allie you know.. she writes these kind of stuff too.. and i like these stuff, , more than serious one..... 10++ with lots of love shas