unforgotten
walking old streets of japan
or in some far away train
memories haunt me
like days without rain
a book opens to a page
gives a glimpse, a view
a forgotten portrait
cruel hands of fate
coffee cups empty chairs
silenced weeping
distant dreaming
come back to me
like a child thats lost
bitter tears gone dry
a song in my heart
do you remember?
my soul rests tonight
straw sheets of empty
restless young spirit
to be is not to be
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
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