In the bright season of May
years ago our paths diverged;
not that I didn't love you,
yes, I did but there wasn't time.
Time, for us to start afresh
with stubbles of old loves,
for you, with your silences
and me with my clowning...
after the tears wore away
and my heart forgot its pain,
nothing remains of the old,
except a few flashes in words.
But now the world forgets not,
even after years of tears
it brings your name to me
in whispers and laughter.
True love it may have been
No longer live but in words.
1 comment:
very nice!!
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