Introspection -8-

poetry, self-view, introspection, memories


1. Introspection -8-


I lost my memory,
All around returned to shadows,
Ashes, little sparkles flying on my
Mind, just I remember a view:
Sitting on a balcony with you,
Cup of coffee, sadness in my soul,
Melancholic air hardly we could breath "
It was something as pressure in us,
But holding our porcelain cups with
Fresh made coffee and milk,
We managed to realize through the
Train of time, this moment will be frozen
There in our minds. Forever.

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