During those searching years
So many springs passed,
Sans your shape,
Sans your colour,
Over the ashes-
Of the pyre of separation
Over the flames
Of my burning heart.
All the memoirs
Sweet, fragrant and colourful
Like the spring
Were burnt.
Flowers bloomed,
But of course-
Sans pleasure,
Sans contentment,
Sans fragrance! !
Of my burning heart! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Of ja burning heart! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
All the memoirs Sweet, fragrant and colourful Like the spring Were burnt. Flowers bloomed, But of course- Sans pleasure, Sans contentment, Sans fragrance! ! Thanks for the sharing this lovely poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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All the memoirs Sweet, fragrant and colourful Like the spring Were burnt. Flowers bloomed, But of course- Sans pleasure, Sans contentment, Sans fragrance! ! Loneliness in the searching well expressed. 10+++ for sharing.