I think of the days, <br />I think of the past, <br />I think of those days; where i stood aghast, <br />By the blackness of the evening, <br />By the emptiness of street, <br />Within the mysteries of shadow. <br />And, where my thoughts stood like heaps of stones; <br />Remembering the days <br />Which were like rivers of rainbow, <br />And, how it goes you never know. <br />As if water in the streams dissapearing; <br />Leaving the fishes apart, <br />Where minds are left empty, <br />Skies clear; <br />And, the trees giving a mystical appearance <br />And, you never know.<br /><br />richy kar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voices-of-the-past-3/
