Friday, July 10, 2009
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Terraced gardens expand across the lake ,
And through the wild imagination ,
Splashes of a flowery rainbow ,
Dotted beyond the glistening waters ,
Where at its shores , a girl sits ,
On a weathered bench, under the shade
Of a willow animated in light dance .
The water-lilies gentle waltz holds her gaze ,
The birdsong enticing her lips into a smile .
Familiar eyes and radiant skin ,
Is vivid beauty to surpass all ,
And for those moments, to surpass reality .
Wandering dreams override normal vision ,
Until realization slowly erases her figure ,
Like a ghost fading onto the wind ,
Leaving behind an empty old bench ,
A stagnant pond green with algae ,
Untidy slopes of dull grasses ,
And a lacerated heart .
Present reminders of time past ,
' All good things come to an end '
Her pained words echo in my memories ,
The curse of fragile mortality ,
Reverberates in my hollow heart ,
All good things come to an end ..
Labels: imagination hurts, just a lovable poem to read
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