A sonnet
when I have gone on to a lonely land,
the warmth and touch when you would hold my hand,
when there's nothing more lovely than to stay.
Do not forget when we'd see a new day,
and we'd talk of a future yet to plan.
Remember the moment when it began,
when colours danced in glorious array.
And when I have to leave you for a while,
it would not be the time for you to grieve;
remember all the joys that we've received,
the happy times, the times that made us smile.
The lingered dreams, the thoughts that I once had,
better to remember this than be sad.
Poetry by Kiran
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Written on 2008-07-30 at 18:42
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Remember
Do not forget when I have gone away,when I have gone on to a lonely land,
the warmth and touch when you would hold my hand,
when there's nothing more lovely than to stay.
Do not forget when we'd see a new day,
and we'd talk of a future yet to plan.
Remember the moment when it began,
when colours danced in glorious array.
And when I have to leave you for a while,
it would not be the time for you to grieve;
remember all the joys that we've received,
the happy times, the times that made us smile.
The lingered dreams, the thoughts that I once had,
better to remember this than be sad.
Poetry by Kiran
Read 796 times
Written on 2008-07-30 at 18:42
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