I miss,
I miss his voice,
Voice of my strength....
I miss his laughs,
The inevitable laughs of my happiness...
I miss his soul,
Soul of my mate...
I miss his beats,
Beats of my inspiration....
I miss that sturdy wings,
Wings for Mii to fly...
I miss my star,
Star which twinkled with me...
I miss my Joy,
Joy of his smile...
I miss the trumpet,
Trumpet which left a sigh,
A sigh of sorrow...
I miss...
Miss the missing days.
Days of my childhood,
Days of my happiness,
Days where I flied,
Days where I swayed with him in the lonely nights,
The nights of Christmas cradles,
The nights of fable stories,
Stories of togetherness...
Memories
@ Ami J
It is not easy to forget the childhood days, memories of peers and friends who parted ways in their later years leaving a big void or a vacuum. Thanks. I miss his soul.... Soul of my mate... I miss my Joy.... Joy of his smile... Stories of togetherness...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Ami Joshi gi. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks