The Lost Memory
Your face in the twilight wind
flashed with the dissolved rainbow hues,
radiating the spectrum of your love,
I saw painted on your florid face of splendor,
the petals unfurled on the contours of your smile.
Lest it withered away in the cauldron of oblivion
I kept it framed within the foliage of memory.
In the cradle of the reclined verdant bough,
opulent with the fine filigree of emerald exuberance,
a delicate design I made with love-laced twigs
for the nest of my adoring desire,
I weaved with the finesse of fervor.
On the wings of discontent winter,
wafting in the polar wind of despair
the wilted leaves of my longing
blew away rustling to the hazy realm of nowhere.
Dismal in my frosted nest on the skeletal tree,
I counted in my faint heartbeat
the footsteps of the desolate dusk.
My yearning turned into a glacial embrace,
you escaped from the congealed fold of icy love,
flew away far to the sun-soaked sky.
Forsaken in freezing darkness of the arctic nest,
I live with the petrified feather you left
in the memory lost within a frozen mist.
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