No more do we build
But I remember still
The house we dreamt of upon the hill.
Built with happy smiles
And well matched tiles
Over looking a valley of sunlit mist
That greets the morn;
That welcomed the dawn.
For me the dream exists still.
No more do we build
But I remember still
A garden that bloomed with love.
The aromatic scent of the bed of roses,
Lilac, orchids and multi- coloured posies.
The house not built
I remember still
With sad regret
For that dream that we neglect.
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EMOTIONS
PoesiaThis a series of poems exploring a kaleidoscope of emotions generated in the life cycle of a relationship. 1. PASSION 2. SORROW 3. DESPAIR 4. DESIRE 5. HEARTACHE 6. ANGER 7. PRIDE 8. REGRET 9. STRUGGLE 10. ENRAPTURED 11. EUPHORIA 12. HURT 13. NOSTAL...
