From a distance,
The flowers swell up with tears so pure Flowing freely with no cure. The sands falling freely upon the land As thoughts of your touch remembered, When I look at my red-stained hands. Sitting here, in the darkness Remembering all the times we’ve shared Wishing you were here with me Sometimes I want to just hide and weep But then the sun comes out and the Flowers have shriveled up and dried and I hear the wind whispering your name A cherished joy to my heart and mind. Memories of our times... Sign in to see full entry.