The Splendid Times

Strain not your eyes in the darkness of loneliness For the deserter has forsaken you His face is lost in the whirlwind of time You feel nostalgic about the past splendid times. Your craving for bygone days to return Those moonlit nights, those captivating days Are a history and history doesn’t repeat itself A fallen dry leaf can’t be put back to the branch Turn the corner and shed the awesome memories Stop the rivulet from flowing through your eyes. Silence the sound of your crying heart Spare your soul from the memory´s dart. Hamida Yamin, Sintra, Portugal 12 July 2016