Of Spirits, Memories, and Forget-Me-Not
to be someone's muse- a feeling unknown!
an honor so grand but beyond my hope,
the vastness of the sea before my eyes
it's secrets can't be hold in a rhyme,
midnight's darkness- a friend for so long
now a foe, never haunted me before,
a rose by other name can be 'forget-me-not'
'sorrows, sorrows and prayers' always knock at my door,
cemetery is the home for the spirits
cemetery is the home for the memories,
i long for the "good old days"
when summer never left me alone,
now in my winter's barren land
a glittery hope is what i pray for!
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