Thank you Realityinprogress so much 🙂 🙂
SKY AT NIGHT
The night sky breaks,
Outside my heart and me.
Stranger than anything is the feeling
Of trail of luck from yesterday.
My gaze again met him,
And all beloved dreams within.
And warmth of south winds
And all the tears
All wonders and expectations,
All greatness of youth love,
At simple blink of your eyes.
Missing gate of heavenly shine
Penetrates salty waterfalls of disappeared: “could have been”.
And who knows why and how
Life will melt the empty night
May be a critical everlasting pain
Or maybe nothing with morning dawn!
Thank you Rachie 🙂
I need the reason to stop the time,
where the presents of my passionate gifts
were remembered by the storyteller ,
lost in imagination.
I created the cage of my mind,
where my heart was pounding remained locked,and safe,
and disconnected from clouds outside.
I’ll leave tomorrow,
for a walk ,
by the beaches of my soul.
He has shaken her off of his shoulders
Like the crumbs of walnut shell,
Feeding the fallen, wounded squirrel,
Aimlessly turning around in a circle,
Tripping on the fresh trimmed branches.
In a comfort of his daily routine,
He walked slowly, between his marvelous creations of lights,
While she tried to make a revolutionary movement.
As when the ball hits a post
In a momentum of a hope,
To the opponent team.
The conviction for the last chance to win,
Having driven her unsuccessfully, but stubbornly.
He defeated her and used as a rag to wipe out his needs.
Like the worthless fact from the history book,
Written by the struggling writer,
Waiting for success.
The dice has rolled away,
And the game came to its end.
She donated her heart to his palm,
Tired of a rough, unfair game rules,
She pleaded to hold her life together.
He put away his judge hat,
Crumbled the pledge of the heartache,
And toasted in the winds of the past.
He took her in his arms, gently,
Like a fragile butterfly.
The waves are dancing playfully
As if they heard the flute in a forsaken cabin.
It was a moment,
And the entire story was within seconds.
In my hand,
A blue rose of a sad past,
Had a fresh smell of giving up,
And the heart that won’t accept living.
I am looking at the red rose in your hands,
Shaped with my love,
But you are giving it to another.
I promised you my heart.
So I won’t cry