Martas poems:

Nothing could possibly make us forget the color of those eyes we last saw with tears wet even if perhaps we can't recall the exact date when we left them, crying with regret, we knew then... we would never forget, that the imprint of that touch... of those lucious lips would always be there inside out being to be recalled at a moments time whenever we needed a lift, a charge of mind Some say that forever remembering what once was does not happen, that everything sooner or later is forgotten and... Sign in to see full entry.