Thursday, April 4, 2013

Stranger with Memories

Approaching the castle in the air,
Angled myself before its gates.
Awestruck by its grace and flair,
Awaited what lay in the crates.

Choosing the most comely way,
I entered the land of amour,
Hearts and souls blooming gay,
When my eyes met her.

I walked down the path to her,
Along side reliving past's presence.
The days of talk and laughter
Turned into years of silence!

Was it love or a "black" lie?
Whatever, my feelings it tore.
Thinking the way, as I passed by
A Stranger with memories galore.

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