Each day I sit at the place by our wall, waiting for your safe return,
threading the daisies and counting the clouds, when would this heart ever learn?
When would this heart ever learn how to fly, just like the dandelion fluff
gently cascading to find a new home, gone with one unhurried puff.
Months have passed by and my young heart grows old, gradually bitterness comes,
never forgetting your silly salute, hearing the sound of the drums.
Hearing the sound of the drums stopped my heart, knowing they took you away,
tearing apart all the plans we had made, our make-believe wedding day.
Once more I lean at the place by our wall watching the trees change their hue,
nothing has changed, all our secrets I keep inside my heart just for you.
Inside my heart just for you are such hopes, soon you will come home again,
people pass by me they just shake their heads, maybe they think me insane.
Hundreds of dandelion clocks I have blown sending a message from me,
maybe just maybe the breezes will blow, finding your heart on the sea.
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Comments
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So beautiful and yet sad, I can relate so much to this.
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A beautiful poem that i found easy on the eye and mind as i read it The emotions wrapped up in the words at times was painful but the hope shone through
Excellent
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Two things. First, you almost have this in a sonnet form, I'd say go for it man, trim the fat off this baby and make it (artfully) fit that form. Second, some punctuation would help; there are several places where commas should be.
Other than that, I liked it a lot. Whether you make it a sonnet or not, it has pretty good flow, and your rhymes fit nicely and don't feel forced. -
This is very touching when we have hope to believe that everything will be alright in faith it shall be.
Thanks friend for sharing this with me...
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