Petals of Memories
I see the rain, and it fall on my window pane.
Like a thousand tear that we have shared before,
Those memories that still bring a certain glow
It used to hurt me so some years ago.
And it flows all the pain and the sorrow.
Every smile, every laughter, that
brings to my heart certain sadness.
Those are the petals of our memories.
I collected and brought it back to the skies.
If only I can blow them away along with the wind
and turn those petals in pieces of my soul.
To gather them and put it back in hand of time.
Maybe, then I pretend I’m not hurt inside and
I’ll let my tears hide on a passing cloud.
Cheryl Aldea
September 7, 2011
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