I took a photograph of you
to halt this moment of joy
but time flew by before we knew
and now we search for other things to destroy
I am still holding on
to whispered words in quietness
like lyrics of a childhood song
forgetting is what frightens us and
the memories we once came upon
YOU ARE READING
The blue flower that taught me how to live
Poetry''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out...
