I Can Not But Remember Her Comments

Some memories never leave us. In the moment of solitude images from past flash before the tired, sleepy eyes. A nostalgic mood presented beautifully. A big 10.

After the day's hard toils, you become happy when night grows darker. Night is perfect time for resting. From the pages of fond memory you present a beautiful poem. Wings of memories are view-less. Morning light brings new hope next day. An excellently penned poem is shared...10

Lovely poem. Memories of lost love are so often compensatory of the past that never returns. Thanks for sharing.