Poem Of The Week: The Day After…

She takes another step Slowly down the aisle she walks Painted with white roses, violet, shades of blue Eyes twitch, body quiver Tear drops from dark clouds, wishing it wasn’t true Silence so loud, heart beats Melancholic tone The wind lost its direction Illusions of his presence Another cold day in September All dressed in black Voices from the choir Piono, flutes, trumpet from the military band Bouquet of flowers, faded picture from a wooden stand Eyes closed, knowing not the pain he left behind Can’t see the world filled with sorrow Left behind, she held onto a frail tomorrow No flags will fly, but Sun will rise Babies will be born Time will pass But we’ll know that you are gone.

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This article was first published on 14th September 2012

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