Sumz Nini
10-15-2014, 04:30 PM
Memories are sweet,
sweet and live.
Images of you,
fresh and smooth,
i wonder again and again,
how my imaginations
get clear and clear,
when you flies from me ,
miles away.
In a one more second,
image blurs,
knowing that,
you will no more be here.
In mornings I hear your greetings,
No it's the hum of the bees,
In evenings I hear your singing,
No it's the tune of the crickets.
I see your smile in winter,
and your shining eyes in summer,
But the world say,
it is a snowflake
dancing on my hand,
and it is the shining sun
peeping from a cloud..
But I know I always hear your thoughts,
Oh
may be that's the yearning of my soul......
sweet and live.
Images of you,
fresh and smooth,
i wonder again and again,
how my imaginations
get clear and clear,
when you flies from me ,
miles away.
In a one more second,
image blurs,
knowing that,
you will no more be here.
In mornings I hear your greetings,
No it's the hum of the bees,
In evenings I hear your singing,
No it's the tune of the crickets.
I see your smile in winter,
and your shining eyes in summer,
But the world say,
it is a snowflake
dancing on my hand,
and it is the shining sun
peeping from a cloud..
But I know I always hear your thoughts,
Oh
may be that's the yearning of my soul......