*Swans once flew,
Over blossoming red roses
And their tainted white feathers,
On broken wings of marriage
The bruises of a first love,
A fall in a summertime
On springs of frozen tears
The lover's castle by the river of memories
And buried emotions of a past,
Covered in a large painting by the hallway
That hearts bled,
Eyes watered, and skins, sweaty,
Our pathetic efforts to mend the burning bridge
So now, strained by the wrinkles of age,
We stare through these broken glasses,
Our wishful thoughts, carried by the mountain winds
To the land of the never was
That epitomes of our youthful fantasies,
Lying under olive trees
Living among the stars,
We may savour,
The last smiles, and breath*
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
*Swans once flew,
Over blossoming red roses
And their tainted white feathers,
On broken wings of marriage
The bruises of a first love,
A fall in a summertime
On springs of frozen tears
The lover's castle by the river of memories
And buried emotions of a past,
Covered in a large painting by the hallway
That hearts bled,
Eyes watered, and skins, sweaty,
Our pathetic efforts to mend the burning bridge
So now, strained by the wrinkles of age,
We stare through these broken glasses,
Our wishful thoughts, carried by the mountain winds
To the land of the never was
That epitomes of our youthful fantasies,
Lying under olive trees
Living among the stars,
We may savour,
The last smiles, and breath*
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