A little sad poem about love and the time


Three months for I and You

January receives me with lights and promises,
blessed moments and hope.
I meet you and the happiness.

February suffers in the mists.
Our days are griefs and "whys".
Our happiness is hurt and falls ill.

March sinks in the darkness.
All escape from me, falls down and finishes.
I lose you.



Poetry by RitaMaria
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Written on 2008-05-11 at 20:53

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amandeep
a heartfilled poem..love justt died in 3 months..

sad.

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Amandeep
2008-05-11