Is it true
You have forgotten our secret place
Somewhere we have buried letters about us
Our names and many dreams in a glass bottle
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The missing of your three friends is really a great shock, yet the memories of the past bring smiles in face. You have beautifully painted this poem touchingly and hauntingly. Let some lines be quoted... Is it true My presence pain you endlessly Wish you keep me in your days But if its true as what you said Erase me now and I'll be okay Because i am not living to hurt you It just my cruel wishes to live the aging past Beautiful poem presented. Thanks for sharing.
Love and dreams! ! With the muse of our secret place. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
osA very nice poem about human relationship which is ephemeral. Kud
Memories are deep but one should grow having it as a base. A true emergence of character is evolved swallowing the hard memories within oneself. Great thought is flowing.
A lovely expression of lost love & likings. Though the memories are fading still they remain as smoulders.......loved it
Ah....this poem reminds some beautiful dreams and the people who i really missed, sometimes i feel that those people will never understand how much i loved them....or how much i looked forward to see their smile again, how i missed those child fights...how and how... lovely write Marco.
Very touching poem, brought tears in my eyes: '(.... anguish dilemma of our lives hidden inside memories.. nice poem regarding memories, memories are always special; sometimes we laugh by remembering the days we cried n sometimes we cry by remembering the days we laughed, that's life: -)
Very touching poem, brought tears in my eyes: '(.... anguish dilemma of our lives hidden inside memories.. nice poem regarding memories, memories are always special; sometimes we laugh by remembering the days we cried n sometimes we cry by remembering the days we laughed, that's life: -)
A soulful song from your anvil shot at the discerning ones. You will alone be kept in the mind if everyone else accepts it.. Good write Soul.
I wish I could remember all important dates of events and places in my dusk nearing days.... it keeps fading and fading....uhuk-uhuk-uhuk (coughing) , dramatised -alasan lelaki. :) good write indeed, I appreciate it with a small slap in a face, of course. an inspiring poem. syabas! :)
very poignant. sometimes our pasts are like the scourge on our memories or our minds.so the best thing is just let them go.every one is born alone and will die alone. ~nb
Yeah...Past is still breathing... Good words! I liked it :)
Very sad and poignant Soul, as memories so often are, and beautifully expressed.
Burned more with the fallen tears Need no words to remind your names Not even our childish dream written in paper Love the days fallen, but still flowers shine in our soul
Our wishful thoughts and actions of the gone by days- oh how sweet and simple those were!