Water Color Dreams Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Water Color Dreams



The tears of my water color dreams,
have passed me now,
I am building blocks of sands,
in a place marked by desert land,
as the winds blow at night,
water falls come and go,
but we are together,
are yet never ending,
the stories we tell ourselves,
to get us though the day,
we pray as the sunlight,
just becomes dusk and goes away,
Faded ink is just a memory,
but just give me a kiss,
before you will forget me.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 21 June 2013

faded ink is just a memory, thanks, I invite you to read my poems and comment and vote.

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