First love can't be forgotten
It brings my dusted memories back
How happy days and nights I had
With you, my only darling
So true, but I recognized
Too late Through sand of time,
So many years went by
Of wisdom and kept feelings
Accompanied by lonely fingertips
That touched the wall's heart
Too late
I see myself deceived
By sweet talk in run and hide
My soul remains unspoken
From going on my own
So far, so lost and so alone
Too late
Because I chose another.
The person for a companion
It seems he doesn't worth
I had emotional work
My bosom stays inward
Too late
I found out what is precious
After I lost it all
There is no turning back the time
But if I could now I would try
To be strong and by your side
Too late
YOU ARE READING
The dance of Autumn's leaves
PoetryThis Poetry collection is about Lifepath, and the growing up as a mature person. The Book contains philosophical poems about personal achievements and dreams with optimistic, bittersweet and sad taste. Everything written here, is based on my own e...
