These icy winds
surround me with
bitter memories.
There was a time of hope
when spring seemed eternal
and I wore glasses
of a rose colour.
Time heals all wounds
I was told,
but they still haunt me
from time to time,
just tucked away,
still a part of my heart,
my life.
My sun has risen again
but the scars remain
and recollections of the past
surface now and again,
shivers of past winters
coursing through me.
A contest entry
- Free verse poems .. by Manoj Sanyal.
450 points, ended August 7, 2007, 21 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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very well expressed.
good luck
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