the play ends
Melted dreams, fade way wishes, ended scenes of our dear kisses.
Memories mushed upon the ground, my love is lost where can it be found?
Accented closers still in repose, my heart beats yes but my brain opposed.
Your once welcomed presents now highly restricted.
manifest the day that we were gifted.
The orchestra rises a solemn tune the echos of you eminent doom.
CasimirJash commented on the play ends
08-25-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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