Promise of mine
In this little moments,
Nothing more than mere gaps,
Between space and time,
This simple memory I choose to have with you,
Is the least I could do,
Before you step into those unforgiving future,
Devour by cruel nature of desire,
And I hope,
Eventhough it's not much,
Barely even enough,
It will do,
To patch up that passion of yours,
That this world just decide to rip out of you.
I promise you,
I hold your fragments,
The way I grasp mine,
I promise you,
I will carry your words,
To the lands your voice never reach,
And love,
Listen to me,
I promise you,
That your name,
Will be the precious piece,
I'll reminisce,
The strength and reminder,
That life is never fair,
But there's still happiness somewhere,
That it could never take from us.
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Sunset Sky
PoetryI used to believe that magic never existed. But, overtime, more often i find myself speechless, beyond words and thrilled of what life got to offer. Surpassing the realm of imagination, again life just proves that it is not build of straight lines...
