Poem

by Soso

Walking for miles in the noon
till my cheeks flame.
Free-minded, cheerful youthful spirit
seeks for holding the beauty within.
Teasing the shaky delicate waves.
Inhaling the salty smell of the shore.
Enjoying the touch of the wind
as it caresses the strands on my face.
Feeling calm as I witness the scarlet sunset;
lays gleams of peace and warmth
on the green grass coated earth.
That is how we used to be.

O` my adorable sensual season!
What took place between us?

How much wildness you held this time,
for my easy breakable heart.
The buds of delight
failed to blossom in my eyes,
instead; flashes of pain were reflected
on the surface of millions of pearls.
My sandy castle of dreams
was wrecked under feet of tide
I thought once was my intimate.
The shiny wind became rough and blowy,
swept away every single hope
brought by a drop of morning dew.

Though the harm you caused
Yet; here you are
insisting to revive the recent past
to refresh the stinging thoughts
and with your last days among us,
forcing me to write another poem
tells how injurious; true passion can be.