Old Memories

A look at my old memories on the roof
They are enough for me as a proof
That one day , I was high in the sky of love
But I fell down as a wingless dove

They are covered by piles of dust
I thought that our hearts 'll never rust
But things go the other way of our will
As fate found nothing better than my soul to kill

I still feel every moment of it alway
Alone as a sailor shipwrecked castaway
Waiting for his rescue ship of love everyday
But maybe he shall wait till domesday

Maybe he shall wait till domesday

By: A. Badr
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Agustin Avatar
June 25, 2024 at 2:16 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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