Gone Poem by Ellice Ancheta
Gone
Underneath beds and in the dark.
Lies our love that lost its spark.
Memoirs of me and you
Revived only in my literature.
Our days have long been gone
Pieces of our story fall one by one.
The seasons have passed, the tears have dried.
The pain inside, I cannot hide.
The pitter-patter of rain,
The sweet, sweet pain.
Memoirs of me and you
Revived only in my literature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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