Take a little hope tonight
And keep it in your fist
Till I open it
The next time.
We could sit and talk for a while,
Leaving the Sun to rise and set
A hundred times,
Smile and think of floating memories
Of happy days,
Of happy hours,
Of Journeys of thousand miles…
Draw for me a new sunset then,
With rays everlasting, truthful, fragile…
I will carry for you my bag of moist colors
To weave that promised, new sunrise…
8 comments:
the poem is a 'gift' to the reader....a treasured one at that....beautifully expressed.
:)
You have been deleting too many posts! :(
Wondering what's making you smile in this mysterious manner Ashar! :)
No...just deleted one...!Totally sure it was a bad little piece! ;)
Thanks Monica!
I smiled because it's one of those brilliant works again..and what would I say in praise!
:D
well...I thought...I was upto something stupid again! :P
Makes me smile...brilliant
:)
Thank You...Shah O' Blah...
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