I don’t wanna do the same things as last spring
I wanna do it differently
I don’t wanna hang out this weekend with anyone
Unless the one is you
Like a drop of dew on the leaf
You give the leaf a sparkling hue
The leaf is me
And the drop of dew is you
Once you hit the meadow
The soul is forever sealed
Playing symphony of melodies
Of tunes only both of us knew
Today the field is still filled with
Odour of yesterday’s dew
Tomorrow is a mystery
Will your next arrival ever due?
Perhaps the dew has forgotten all the melodies
That were once played on the field
The leaf never will
For the name is Mimosa
And I love you still…
An anniversary tribute to myself. Just a strong urge to express. I might change it later, or leave it as it is...
Nice job. It's peaceful.
Peaceful? Hmm...maybe, and thanks for the comment. Hope you are also feeling peaceful right now
So the one you wanted have come, slid away, and left?
No, never come by at all since the day it ended. Am just living in illusion. Sad to say, but is true. There're 2 hidden messages to my poem. But I hope it's subtle enough to rermain hidden