Gossamer wings dance
against these rainbow prisms,
Captivating me
as well as eternity
For a single day.
And yes...
Ever since that day,
I have become who I am,
A heartless poet
with my inkless, dying pen
Foolishly writing again,
of those...
Flooding memories
when you stole my heart
How it all began,
So...
Please come back
and dance for me,
That I might live again
in your eternity.
YOU ARE READING
Wanderland
PoetryWe all live with memories, memories of all kinds which engulf us until we either reminisce or relive them. Leading us to the feeling of bittersweet intoxication, overwhelming the very core of our being. Perhaps the recollection itself coupled with t...
