written in 2004
Anna Mazurek
Dried has the roses
I never got from you,
fallen has the leafs
from the trees
under which
we never kissed.
Gone from the tracks
are all these songs
to their sound
we never danced,
even the snow has melt
erasing the absence
of our footprints
side by side,
and all there is left
for me to hold
is a mute memory
of a love that died
before it was born.
Poetry by AnnaMazurek
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Written on 2006-05-04 at 21:00
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Anna Mazurek
Mute Memory
Dried has the roses
I never got from you,
fallen has the leafs
from the trees
under which
we never kissed.
Gone from the tracks
are all these songs
to their sound
we never danced,
even the snow has melt
erasing the absence
of our footprints
side by side,
and all there is left
for me to hold
is a mute memory
of a love that died
before it was born.
Poetry by AnnaMazurek
Read 932 times
Written on 2006-05-04 at 21:00
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