Hope....

Remember the time
I was with you
At my very young time
We would play together
Walk together...
Hug together...
Our young time was a beautiful dream
Our young time is a precious gift...
Giving by our fate
Ohh.. Lovely...
I remember...
How pure was it…
your face and beauty
We lived at a palace of the same hope,
Same dreams....,
There is no difference
But...
Now you’re at another palace...
Miracle having welcomed you
You having been gone...
It’s so far...
Still...
I am at my old palace
Waiting for you
Waiting for you to hug me
Waiting for you to love me
I am still waiting...
With my old time...
With Bunch of red roses
and....
hope....

By
O.W.Palitha Ariyarathna
Copyright, O.W. Palitha Ariyarathna.2008
All Rights Reserved By Author: 2008

This poem attract to the who has lost love

by Palitha Ariyarathna

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