автор: Moon_goddess

I`m trying to remember
the scent of early summer morning.
I`m trying to recall
the touch of rainy velvet.
I`m trying but I can`t!

I think I can remember
the colour of the rising sun,
then of the sinking blue.
I think I can recall
the waves of anguish
raising up against me,
then fading into silent fear;
the taste of bitter sweetness
that`s left
from words unspoken,
and yet unhidden and expressed.

And I am sure as hell
that I can still remember
the burning fire
or the ice -
whichever...
I guess I`ll try
and do erase
this memory forever.