Some old dream
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Hours that make days
Also make months
And months years
And years memories
And in memories I search
Glories of past years
How love, hope, fear and desire
All were sparkling like fire
Blinded by the beauty
Love was born at the first sight
Then hope with wings took flight
And fear was waiting to creep in
Though so strong a desire
Spread her wings
To possess everything
You and your soul
In waves of bliss so rewarding
Love that such a thing
Being thus so divine
I thought should be mine
Only face exquisite and charming
I gazed wondering
Among many memories thus musing
Indelible this one is
You seem some old dream
Though a reality before me...
beautiful poem, memories are like dreams lost and refound.
In the treasured casket of memories, so many pleasant and sour memories are stored and you have picked up the most sparkling one! With the lapse of time, though its glitter could have been lost, in your mind, it still shines in all brilliance! Enjoyed this lovely poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Memories are like dreams, when stored in memories it becomes old and when it refreshes it become new memories..... Beautiful write on memories....