The heart played a beautiful string quartet
Once upon a time, when flowers bloom
And birds sang songs of beauty
When the sun shined cloudless and
Smiles and laughter filled the air and stars
Brightly lit up the night sky
And voices replayed a whisper
I still hear you but I no longer
Feel or sense your presence
A house is not a home, only an empty space
I search far and wide for this home of mine
Full house silent screams, eyes glaring
A joke with no punch line, alone
No longer can I feel you but I hear you
Only a mental communication
Abused! A vow of silence?
The heart, a mute.
so touching.love can not be old or expired.once it changes to a recurrent thing its dead.or as you mentioned it changes to monotony.love is occult. ~nb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful and so touching very good poem thanks for sharing