Memories

[RonBee]

Memories

She was the wind,
A gentle breeze
A-floating softly
Through the trees.

She was a gentle touch,
A soothing balm,
An hour of summer,
Silent, calm.

She was the green grass
On the side of a hill.
She was the sound
Of a whippoorwill.

She was violets in the meadow
As far as the eye can see.
As long as summer lives
I know she'll come back to me.



1-25-1998

 

[Devil's tear]

She was a gentle touch,
A soothing balm,
An hour of summer,
Silent, calm.

Wow I love your poem so much. Your feelings deeply touch my heart. And how painful to remember a woman who you lost her in your life or who you wished to live with.
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[RonBee]

Thank you!
:-D

 

[Dr. Jamshid Ibrahim]

Memories


She was violets in the meadow
As far as the eye can see.
As long as summer lives
I know she'll come back to me.



1-25-1998

This looks like the last lines of Shakespeare's sonnet I think 16 or 18
so long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this and this gives life to thee

Something is eternal in the middle of the brevity of summertime. Hope she comes back. But even if she doesn't the memeories stay which give you Ron energy and power to wait.

 

[RonBee]

This looks like the last lines of Shakespeare's sonnet I think 16 or 18
so long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this and this gives life to thee

Something is eternal in the middle of the brevity of summertime. Hope she comes back. But even if she doesn't the memeories stay which give you Ron energy and power to wait.

Thanks a bunch!
:-D