Forget- Me- Not
Here in my soliloquy,
Where I sit sadly by the window,
I think and talk to myself deeply
Of a blue myosotis flower
Just by the elysian river,
Where children play, and two lovers meet.
I see the small flower as it blossoms
next to the ancient trees that pliant.
I view it as the sun slowly
emanated out of the blue
and greeted me a tiny cordial wave.
A curl in my lips urged me to smile
as a gentle breeze blew
into my window, and into my life.
It is such a paradisaical feeling...
as I let it set my soul free.
The sorrow my heart before beguiles,
is now halted by the hope the myosotis
have given me.
My eye lids closed voluntarily
as I let the somnolent air sink unto me.
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CREDITS:
The beautiful photo to the right belongs to *WindyLife in deviantart.
The amazing picture utilized for the cover was shot by ~imapatienss. :)
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Forget- Me- Not
PoetrySo... this is a poem dedicated to my story of the same title. If you'd want to read it, here it is: http://www.wattpad.com/2919140-forget-me-not-introduction This poem opened my eyes to a new horizon.