Free thoughts

"My old friend"

13.September 2015
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My old friend

My old friend, our memory is going to fade,
It will fight for it's presence and walk over a silver blade,
But in the end it will start to bleed,
Only leaving one new seed.

It will blossom again, if the world tries to remind me,
But it won't be the same as before,
And I'll try my best to get a hold, before the thoughts decide to flee,
Because I promised you, I swore.

My mind is getting older, my thoughts get ordered new,
In this chaos some will get lost,
But I'll think of you everytime I'll stand in a queue,
Until the flower is surprised by frost.

And in this freezing days, I'll look at my window glass,
Where the cold decided to paint a snowflake in form of a flower,
So I know it's still there within the thoughts mass,
I'll search for it in spring, when the sun decides to show it's power.