16.07.08
Desperate June, I shall leave you forever
With a suitcase and ocean of tears.
Bloody wounds on my dead heart will never
Be healed , as the deeps of my fears.
My memory is ressurecting:
All those touches that you've ever done,
Dreary silence that I kept neglecting,
Every sight you addressed to the Sun.
That December that broke our lonely
Discoloured grey days of our life...
We seemed not to do the things wrongly
But our future is stabbed now by knife.
Train is waiting for me, I'm still sitting,
Wind from South keeps drying my tears,
Next time I shall see our metting
In dreams.
Farewell
© Copyright: Марья Лааксонен, 2008
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This is really good and mighty poem
There're so much high expression in it
so much feelings and secret melancholy there
I wish you much inspiration in your life
Best regards to you, FireCat )))
Анна-Огонёк 26.07.2008 23:11 • Заявить о нарушении
There're so much high expression in it
so much feelings and secret melancholy there
I wish you much inspiration in your life
Best regards to you, FireCat )))
Анна-Огонёк 26.07.2008 23:11 • Заявить о нарушении
Here are my own sufferings about the possible end of my strongest ever love. I don't want to lose it, but ... I think, the events from this poem will come true the next June. Alas.
Марья Лааксонен 27.07.2008 15:00 Заявить о нарушении
Марья Лааксонен 27.07.2008 15:00 Заявить о нарушении
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