The leaves keep waiting there
To see me, to grasp me
Into a world long forgotten,
A shrine long abandoned,
Still shining, thought. Still chanting
The same old song.
The notes are quite shy, a little too bright
Trying, desperatly to reimagine
The touches, kisses and colors
That we perpetuated, eternally dancing
To the same old song.
I cannot walk, nor talk;
Only stand at your sight
Oh, lonely statue of the night.
The crows abandoned you
The flowers lusted you
Your sins, though, still remain
Forever crying out loud the fallen
Dreams that crawls your art,
Your might, your fate.
Because never will you laugh again
The joys of youth and wind blows,
They will forevermore and ever along
Chant for you
The same old song.
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not_ian
thanks for blessing us with your beautiful writing. your poem is intimate and shows glimpses of memories that never fade
Thank you for the warm and gentle words!
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