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Sky with lilies :)
I was waiting
at our garden,
with your favourite lilies,
why didn't you come?
To see me in the eyes,
while we silently speak our love.
Why didn't you come?
To mark your steps
on the flower path I made?
Why did I have to go to you
holding the pieces of my heart?
I came to you, my love
bearing lilies in my arms,
that convey our eternal love to the universe.
I wrote your name on the ground,
Granting it to you.
You wrote mine over the sky,
Granting it to me.
But we forgot, that the sky and ground never meet.
The horizon is just a illusion of their love.
I shouldn't have written your name on the sand,
to which those harsh waves took away.
Where are you? Why didn't you take my name?
You know, you are always, shielded, under the shade of my sky.
Where did you leave and go away,
writing my name on the sky like that?
Who says the world is paradise?
If this is paradise, then why aren't you here?
The sun, the moon, the stars, the oceans are all here.
Why can't I find you in this heaven?
I don't know the need of air
I don't know what to do with water
I don't know the importance of rain and shade.
I just know the significance of two beings,
together you and me.
Let's make our own world,
You decor the house, which I made
You take the Allah, while I take the Christ.
Let us live here,
together you and me.
You went to heaven,
but your soul comes in my dreams.
I am grateful for the memories
we spent together.
Just know, if you ever come back here
and I am not there,
then miss me, don't forget me!
Whenever you get soaked in rain,
don't curse it, it is me who wants you
to dance like we did.
If your pages are blown away by the wind
Don't close the window, it is me who
wants to see your hair flipping.
It's been hell without you,
but again I went there.
The stone is still there
It's written RIP boldly there,
It's written: Lily, 34 years old.
There are still daisies kept.
And then the yellow lilies landed,
among the white daisies.
And off I went, tearing.
We'll meet soon,
if the universe pities us.
Promise of a sky to his ground.
One day we'll make our own real horizon!
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at our garden,
with your favourite lilies,
why didn't you come?
To see me in the eyes,
while we silently speak our love.
Why didn't you come?
To mark your steps
on the flower path I made?
Why did I have to go to you
holding the pieces of my heart?
I came to you, my love
bearing lilies in my arms,
that convey our eternal love to the universe.
I wrote your name on the ground,
Granting it to you.
You wrote mine over the sky,
Granting it to me.
But we forgot, that the sky and ground never meet.
The horizon is just a illusion of their love.
I shouldn't have written your name on the sand,
to which those harsh waves took away.
Where are you? Why didn't you take my name?
You know, you are always, shielded, under the shade of my sky.
Where did you leave and go away,
writing my name on the sky like that?
Who says the world is paradise?
If this is paradise, then why aren't you here?
The sun, the moon, the stars, the oceans are all here.
Why can't I find you in this heaven?
I don't know the need of air
I don't know what to do with water
I don't know the importance of rain and shade.
I just know the significance of two beings,
together you and me.
Let's make our own world,
You decor the house, which I made
You take the Allah, while I take the Christ.
Let us live here,
together you and me.
You went to heaven,
but your soul comes in my dreams.
I am grateful for the memories
we spent together.
Just know, if you ever come back here
and I am not there,
then miss me, don't forget me!
Whenever you get soaked in rain,
don't curse it, it is me who wants you
to dance like we did.
If your pages are blown away by the wind
Don't close the window, it is me who
wants to see your hair flipping.
It's been hell without you,
but again I went there.
The stone is still there
It's written RIP boldly there,
It's written: Lily, 34 years old.
There are still daisies kept.
And then the yellow lilies landed,
among the white daisies.
And off I went, tearing.
We'll meet soon,
if the universe pities us.
Promise of a sky to his ground.
One day we'll make our own real horizon!
#poem #poetry #poet #write #wrot #writco. #writing #sky #lily #love
© All Rights Reserved
