The rain pouring down from heaven
as those hundreds of ravens,-
falling from those heavy clouds
hovers over me very loud,
they look as if they are proud.
while flying around
over the desolated shores.
As I started remembering words,
I Love You,
Yes, words of long ago...
It is funny how our memories
are now only stories
like the moon, colored itself in blood rose,
and the stars still shine brightly
so shall we.
-Judy Emery Copyright © 1983
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
YOU ARE READING
MEMORIES
PoetryMemories are things that come to me in happiness or sadness of sorrows, so I made poetry. Old memories you will always be a very big part of me.
