You can not forget me
You can not forget my songs
which I dedicated to you
You can not forgo all that moment
which I spent with you
My songs for you
were not to boo off your heart
Your each impluvium in my song
aspired me to sing frenetically for you
I have choosed heavenly dreams for you
Can you forget those dreams
whenever You'd listen my song
you will smile.
I didn't know you are a singer, too-beautiful poem, elegantly ritten
Forgetfulness is an addiction than a disease to be encapsulated by humans for humans in the loss of values or perhaps there is a mechanical snare in the building blocks of human morale.We do not forget to sing with a dollop of ice-cream, participate in eating krisprolle before knowing it to be Swedish or have quiche in holidaying a sea-facing promenade and epicurean meal with snapshots for rememberance or to commemorate a travel because all is yet to be forgotten in music for music.Impluvium is perhaps achieved this way.Music is a cusp of both continent-life and death where worlds collide in search of the treasure trove of memories.Inspiring write Sir.A pious journey in the heart of poetry.
But if we are getting old the loss memory become easier hahahaha joking, we need more turmeric to prevent nerves from let go all memories (lol sounds like i am promoting turmeric) ....i love the lines, made up with diverse feeling and inner sense! _Unwritten Soul
Yes, the songs are remembered and will be rewarded! an omnipresence knows everything!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very romantic. Whoever this is dedecated to is lucky. Great poem.