Memory of time

Yesterday’s song is tasty like a cup of tea

bitterness merged with sweetness,
sorrow with joy smiles with tears,

Sometimes madness may flow
anger may surge in waves of calmless sea
sometimes sadness may follow,

hidden behind the corner of somewhere
an unwelcome guest who comes unconsciously
accompanied with solitude whose temper we know well

Yet memory of time is like a dark river,
floating with pink petals of regrets and
brown twigs of hurts we want to forget

© Maylian Leo, 2016


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