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Will I be nothing but a memory? A gust of wind is what I have become, A flower blown away yet far from free Bound by shackles never will I succumb, Deprived from love, not seeing the sunshine, Life is no more than loss, regret, hollow, Silent, approaching the distant shoreline, Recalling all the times spent long ago, Just the same the charmed heart is sly, And I will be a piece of history, Nothing but a figment of your mind's eye, Whether I exist is a mystery, I am nonentity, a bad omen, In the end, I am a lost reflection.
Samira Rahman
jag2910 added this comment 2008-04-18 23:52:32-05:00
Great poem!
samirah added this comment 2008-06-03 22:00:33-05:00
Thanks
entwinedsouls added this comment 2008-06-01 10:05:46-05:00
ya great poem:P
jag2910 added this comment 2008-04-18 23:52:32-05:00
Great poem!
samirah added this comment 2008-06-03 22:00:33-05:00
Thanks
entwinedsouls added this comment 2008-06-01 10:05:46-05:00
ya great poem:P