This memory
This memory
So beautiful is the promise that is spoken among the dozens of souls
Tears become a companion in the sacred atmosphere
That's where the start of our household starts
Where there are still powder-powder love affection berputik
There are still fragments in between faithful words
However it used to be ...
At the time I was still sleeping in the beautiful dream
Until this wound awakened me and my dream went away
One faithful word and a promise you have betrayed
With her presence, what you think is perfect
When distance becomes separator
Now the bitter day I still live
Although trained with sweat that wet this body
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What a really amazing work you've done. Good poem you've got. Keep it up👍
It is a sad poem, according to the reality of what implies an end but we must always try to overcome every difficulty that occurs in our lives. A final, does not imply that later on it does not open a new beginning. The wounds must heal and our heart will at some time know when to love again.
the memory of the heart is ineffable, presence always, especially when poetry is made, when the soul writes, as beautiful letters as in this poem, pain becomes words and thus minimizes its strength, selective memory is important to remember the beautiful within of the painful, greetings that this very well