Tears don`t wither, words unspoken,
Memories that do not die,
Once to caress the keys of ignorant piano`s,
But twice could they ever drown in an ocean of the past?
...
Hark, Hark
Deep in the knight, Tears telling the heart of a dark knight,
seizing to sour in the flight of a freezing sight.
Free to flee from darkness,
...
Down there, deep in the abyss,
Spilt with confusion.
Smiles to enjoy in the dark,
Tears to erode in dark confidence.
...
A Scar Of Memories
Tears don`t wither, words unspoken,
Memories that do not die,
Once to caress the keys of ignorant piano`s,
But twice could they ever drown in an ocean of the past?
If only they could be swept,
if only they can be erased,
if so! the jigsaw is solved.
yes! ! , but like a broken glass it can`t be mended.
Though they are worth zilch and deliberately indellible, they intuit the future.
a stiker of lessons,
a mark of sore tuition,
a scar, yes a scar of life.
life is like a spice, the potential variability of the spice determines how delicious life becomes