When looking at a photo of a person or dear one, sometimes gives a feeling of connection, at least for me.
You try to read their mind, you talk to them but never get an answer.
You can only guess...
A photograph on the shelf.
A mother and two children
On a photograph on the shelf
They are smiling back at me
So innocent, so sweet and free.
Now they are all gone
If someone could only say
But only heaven knows
Why they had to rush away.
To where the sun never stops to shine
To where the rivers never run dry
To where the sky is always bright
To where babies never cry
That's why they are gone away.
I know they are talking to me
They are my heart and soul
But I can't hear what they say
Or imagine anything at all.
I wish I knew a wizard
Could I ask to get them back?
Or is it just impossible
But follow in their track.
To where the sun never stops to shine
To where the rivers never run dry
To where the sky is always bright
To where babies never cry
That's why they are gone away.
Poetry by Richard
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Written on 2012-04-02 at 00:23
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