Thursday, 25 June 2015
Time Travel
Anxious faces of loved ones
See tears rolling down her cheeks
While her eyes are still closed
Though she can see
The green fields of yore
And she is playing there as a child
She hears the loving voices
Of her dear ones who are no more
She sees her as a bride
While the grooms face is vague
He left her long ago
When he breathed his last
She sees scenes after scenes
Taken from her life
Though her eyes remain closed
And tears stream down her cheeks
Her bosom still heaves slowly
Then becomes still
The loved ones bend over
Whispers fill the air
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