Friday, January 15, 2010

Memories of You...

Like scribbles on the sand
washed away by the tide
or that sunset on the horizon
embraced by the night clouds
memories of you...
Like lines of a love poem
losing rhyme at the last line
or the song the mockingbird sings
before she flew away
memories of you...
Like a painting on a wall
fading into obscurity
or a love story that started so right
but ended so soon...
memories of you...
memories of you...

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