"Here is my secret. It is very simple: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.."- Antoine de Saint Exupéry


another sun dies
flowing slowly
like a drop of blood
over my heart.
still no sign of you
still I miss you in my humble dream
still I forgot the taste of your lips
still I can’t see your eyes
I am tired and a sea of sadness
lies in front of my eyes
whispering songs known
only to you.
I cover my heart
with dead leaves and
lay myself sleep.

8 responses

  1. What a beautiful find and it makes for a perfect photo.

    April 29, 2012 at 22:15

    • Thank you very much John.
      The photo is not mine, but the feeling and poem are.

      April 29, 2012 at 22:18

  2. minunat poem 🙂 Ela , Ela , ești un adevărat geniu 😉

    April 30, 2012 at 06:02

    • Of… nu-s nici un geniu, imi scriu si eu amarul…
      Multumesc draga mea :* >:)<

      April 30, 2012 at 11:26

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  4. Lovely poem, Ela. So sad. And the photo is a wonderful complement to it. Thank you for it.

    April 30, 2012 at 09:34

    • Sadness is for some synonym with life John… Thank you for stopping by. It’s always a great joy for me. 🙂

      April 30, 2012 at 11:28

  5. Reblogged this on memyselfandela.

    February 1, 2013 at 02:09

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