IIB (28/09/1990 / south africa)

Beauty Of My Sadness

So much was the beauty of my sadness
Glittering in silence
Above all that the sun has to offer
So close to my soul and heart
Was the nature of her bottomless love

At times I wish
I could touch my imagination
And gently embrace the visions
I see every time I think of you
And maybe replay them in slow motion

A great name never dies
And yours is to time indefinite

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Comments (2)

nice wordings and poem presentation!
I could touch my imagination nice surrealistic poem 10++