I think of the days,
I think of the past,
I think of those days; where i stood aghast,
By the blackness of the evening,
By the emptiness of street,
Within the mysteries of shadow.
And, where my thoughts stood like heaps of stones;
Remembering the days
Which were like rivers of rainbow,
And, how it goes you never know.
As if water in the streams dissapearing;
Leaving the fishes apart,
Where minds are left empty,
Skies clear;
And, the trees giving a mystical appearance
And, you never know.
richy kar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voices-of-the-past-3/
