The gentle breeze and..
the droplets of water..
as it sprinkled on me..
sitting on the rock..
which once adorned the,
beauty of our mystical love,
and made me spellbound,
standing here bewildered..
the memories come gushing,
thronging the pages of my mind..
making me frail & daunt..
I wake up feeble..
knowing it wasn't a dream..
but an everlasting nightmare..
the droplets of water..
as it sprinkled on me..
sitting on the rock..
which once adorned the,
beauty of our mystical love,
and made me spellbound,
standing here bewildered..
the memories come gushing,
thronging the pages of my mind..
making me frail & daunt..
I wake up feeble..
knowing it wasn't a dream..
but an everlasting nightmare..
these words are fabulous....what to say I'm speechless. Your words wrapped me in the coat of my past. "I can never feel love any more".
ReplyDeleteThank u Steve... Am pleased to know my words did have an impact on your thoughts & past..
ReplyDeleteAm moved by your comment.