My love is cold,
The embers of a fire
frozen in time.
The flowers in my hand,
a dull grey,For colours are meant
for spring,much less for winter.
My kiss is the cold touch of mist
On her cheeks,
the warmth of the heart lost,
Left along the boulevards we walked.
Dreams,once wild and vivid,
now left just as frames,
in black and white.
The embers of a fire
frozen in time.
The flowers in my hand,
a dull grey,For colours are meant
for spring,much less for winter.
My kiss is the cold touch of mist
On her cheeks,
the warmth of the heart lost,
Left along the boulevards we walked.
Dreams,once wild and vivid,
now left just as frames,
in black and white.
9 comments:
Powerful writing..A beautiful play of colours..Looks like you are a painter ..
"Dreams,once wild and vivid,
now left just as frames,
in black and white."
Loved these lines the most..Are you speaking of lost love?
Nice one man. First impression was WOW! Keep it up, and check out my blog as well.. will probably add another poem this week.. Your poem's inspired me :)
nice work man....stirring words...lost love....ahem
the thng abt love is ..
it brings out the creative best out of nyone who hv riskd falling fr it..tats d very thng tat got u spinning words i sppose..way to go!
actualy,its not love itself that made me write it..t was d the lack of it..
Just stepped in ur blog..
its amazing work done..
I thot its about winters as i begun to read but its abt a shattered heart and a love story..perfect symbolism..
thanx nikita..its inspiration is from a hollow space inside my mind/heart..
Brilliant writing...There is a hidden melody in "Winter Rhymes"... Beautiful... Keep writing...
thankyu riya..love is powerful.It can inspire millons,it can destroy civilizations..
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