Melancholy Memory
Distant memory
of a fading twilight,
a winter afternoon
so vivid.
outside your cabin
a jasmine in full bloom
and inside...dripping blood,
your pale face.
one by one your words,
those last words you could speak
a whisper in my ears
"Grow up son!"
I have grown up Dad,
from that very moment
I can tread on sorrow,
look at me.
But every twilight,
before it fades away
whisper softly to me
your last words.
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Copyright © Kash Poet | Year Posted 2013
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