Sunday, April 18, 2010

A poem

It is gone,
Gone by the wind
As the day goes by,
It is shattered
With it, the dream passes by.

It is gone,
The day I remembered,
Seems to be empty
Yet with the ease
It flows.

It is gone,
The dreams are away,
But yet, the memory stays
With it, I treasured.

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