An old piece I found . Written when I was 18.
I associate, realise , all too late,
That had I treaded carefully it would have ended less tearfully,
But due to faith, I have to pay the present rate.
You of yesterday, with whom I did play ,
Are but pain on the heart, oh dark clouds of rain,
Remember I heard say, ‘stay together til hair does grey’
But to be sane, love human is vain.
Association yesterday? Recall, and in anger fall,
Back then my heart was taken,
To your soothing call, and love encompassed all.
You a lady of men, branch to branch like a wren.
Cool was an evening sunset red, walked and stumbled on terrible dread
Retreated behind a tree, and pained my heart to see
Kissing on a mossy bed, the rivers singing still mocks my head
I begged the scene to flee, but it never , just you and he.
Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2022-09-29 at 08:11
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Association yesterday
By glancing fearfully at past follyI associate, realise , all too late,
That had I treaded carefully it would have ended less tearfully,
But due to faith, I have to pay the present rate.
You of yesterday, with whom I did play ,
Are but pain on the heart, oh dark clouds of rain,
Remember I heard say, ‘stay together til hair does grey’
But to be sane, love human is vain.
Association yesterday? Recall, and in anger fall,
Back then my heart was taken,
To your soothing call, and love encompassed all.
You a lady of men, branch to branch like a wren.
Cool was an evening sunset red, walked and stumbled on terrible dread
Retreated behind a tree, and pained my heart to see
Kissing on a mossy bed, the rivers singing still mocks my head
I begged the scene to flee, but it never , just you and he.
Poetry by vidura rambachan
Read 85 times
Written on 2022-09-29 at 08:11
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