We laughed, we bounced,
In joy, we danced-
to the sound of celebration.
What a Hilarious sensation!
.
Till dusk, we slept,
in grim and dirt,
From all the play of yesterday,
When loudly, we chanted 'hurray!'
.
'We'll meet again,
Heed not the pain.'
That's all they said, before they left.
I felt so blue, painfully bereft.
.
Dust and embers,
any remembers?
They have lost all the glow before,
With the Love, and Joy galore.
.
Good memories,
filled my diaries.
Days before all was said and done,
When with hope we sang, 'Joy lives on!'
.
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Vittorio_topaz
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THE BLUE
Poetry...just words, with more meaning than length can tell, just like the heart. We call them poems, but I tag it, 'the blue'...
