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A dead clock, a broken vase And an old photo torn in pieces Left untouched for how many decades Like a desert never been rained Memories of the thousand past Gathered like piles of snow outside So many but so distant Like the fleeting star in the might I stood, in the amidst of ruin Envisaging the once burning ember He cackling of the blazing fire And the moving shadows on the wall You sat there on the bergére A malt beer on your hand A Shakespearean book on your lap And that heart-wrenching look on your aged face I would like to hold you But fear told me not For if I did, I knew you'll disappear Like a cigarette smoke in the thin air Then the radio played the Cascades A song you love so much like I did And right there I started to hum As the scene I was seeing blur ripple A like a stone thrown on waters The cacophony of the church bell rang And to the old remnant of that house, I was back It is snowing yet it doesn't feel cold I'm not feeling cold Series of soft footsteps echoed around Along with muffled cries and quiet whispers Once again, I saw you looking pale, looking older And on your hands, a bouquet of white peonies and roses I want to hold right now and then so I did Fear finally did not object But I couldn't feel you, nothing at all I wish you could Bells keep ringing on my ears "Mi dispiace non riesco più a rimanere" And before the canvas turned white I said my last goodbye Addio, addio il mio amore Questo è crudele, ma Fate era stato buono May we, once again meet Not in the future but in another world.
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
Of Goodbyes and Farewells
A dead clock, a broken vase And an old photo torn in pieces Left untouched for how many decades Like a desert never been rained Memories of the thousand past Gathered like piles of snow outside So many but so distant Like the fleeting star in the might I stood, in the amidst of ruin Envisaging the once burning ember He cackling of the blazing fire And the moving shadows on the wall You sat there on the bergére A malt beer on your hand A Shakespearean book on your lap And that heart-wrenching look on your aged face I would like to hold you But fear told me not For if I did, I knew you'll disappear Like a cigarette smoke in the thin air Then the radio played the Cascades A song you love so much like I did And right there I started to hum As the scene I was seeing blur ripple A like a stone thrown on waters The cacophony of the church bell rang And to the old remnant of that house, I was back It is snowing yet it doesn't feel cold I'm not feeling cold Series of soft footsteps echoed around Along with muffled cries and quiet whispers Once again, I saw you looking pale, looking older And on your hands, a bouquet of white peonies and roses I want to hold right now and then so I did Fear finally did not object But I couldn't feel you, nothing at all I wish you could Bells keep ringing on my ears "Mi dispiace non riesco più a rimanere" And before the canvas turned white I said my last goodbye Addio, addio il mio amore Questo è crudele, ma Fate era stato buono May we, once again meet Not in the future but in another world.
If only the dead could say their farewells..
mp-martinez
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Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
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