Silence speaks to me
These words
They talk to me of a yesterday
Of the changing times, days good and bad
Of the life passed, past killed
And of the memories
Gone, yet not forgotten.
Silence speaks to me
These words
They talk to me of love
Of the stranger, met, loved and lived with
Of the kisses, blushes and walks
Of the sweet nothings over the phone
Lost, yet not forgotten.
Silence speaks to me
These words
They talk to me of life
Of the life entangled in a permanence of insanity
Of the life filled with divides and fears
And Fairy tales, only dreamt about
Not fulfilled, yet not forgotten.
Silence speaks to me
These words
They talk to me of a tomorrow
Of a yesterday repeating itself
The killed past. the saved memories
The dreams, the hopes and reality. And love
Untouched, yet not forgotten.
5 comments:
How could drops of water know themselves to be a river ? YET the river flows on:)
-A.Saint
I wrote this after I fought with you, the other day.
You are awesome!
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WHAT?
Thanks by the way! : )
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