YAADAIN : DEW DROPS OF MEMORIES

To Times Gone By

To Lost Moments

To Precious Memories

To Those Who Were Not Meant to Be

To Silent Tears and Broken Hearts

To Childhood Sweethearts

To First Love

So Pure,

Caught in the Splendor of Galactic Cloud of a starry Night

To Mystical Magical Thoughts of First Loves Lost

To Morning Dew on Verdant Grass

To Singing Larks

To City Lights

To Azure Lights in Crystal Chandeliers

To Cloudy Peaks

To Rainy Nights

To Passionate Love

But, Not consumed

To Symphonic Nightingales

To Treasured Lives

To Dreams Unfulfilled

And,

All They Are,

Just Gentle Waves in the Oceams of  My Memories,

O’  So Near, And Yet So Far

They All come Aglow, On Sleepless Autumn Nights, 

My heart laments and whispers,

Where art thou, O’Where art thou,

And as I face my destiny’s end,

My fiery passion, a distant memory,

My silent thoughts are all I have.




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