Holding hands,
beach's white sands,
an evening walk,
an overnight talk,
our ball game,
a sunset's the same,
your brilliant eyes,
up the swallow flies,
you smile to me,
we're so happy,
you are, aren't you?
but, it'll end soon
an evening walk again
more time we spend
more than we can
more than we rent
we can stay near
today and here
sunset again
and soon it'll end
no, not the same
today no ball game
we sit, stay quiet
hold hands with night
talking with stars
we're happy, we are
don't want to part
no, not goodbye
so before this ends
make a poem
word the memories
note to make them live
so the holiday ends
so can't see you then
won't miss any
here can always see
in this poem, this paper
memories live forever..
A poem's much better than any photograph at capturing memories - great writes! :)
wonderful poem i love it.. Great write Krista
memories eh. they tell us where we can go, where we shoudl not go. etc. I love memories. Have great day bro. great peice
'you are, aren't you? ' loved the line and how it was delivered in your poem nice write
Good flow and imagery, memories of a holiday, thanks for sharing it with us, 10 Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it was fantastic it was beautiful i loved it so much well done 10