Nothing lasts for ever. Everyone come and goes but they leave the sign behind.


Your Souvenir

I am glad
Spring is still in the season
The seed you left in my heart
has bloomed
But the color is fading away
Soon all the petals will become dark
and fall one by one
I will pick them up
and put them in my memory bin
Whenever I have a feeling of lost
I will open it and smell your presence



Poetry by uma
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Written on 2007-05-09 at 09:24

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