ONCE IN A WHILE

So long many years ago

Me; little, weak and helpless

Hid on the field of my mind

Which have I so much ado

Bitter and denied the taste of world's gladness

Clouded eyes with tears and blows of gipsy wind

This is how past is like to me

Like a mild Autumn evening

With a mournful sky hanging over

Abandoned land and a body with stings of bee

A farm without clover flowers blooming

Or a warm rose of lavish Summer

Look, how grown up and bright

Like a full moon is my smile

From grief I finally sail away

And my pillows are dry at night

Bad memories are written in a black file

Burnt by sun as the sunset die away

But once in a while in my dreams

I see nightmares like a flash

And on my face trickle down strange tears

Look around and so my face beams

I spot you and into your arms I crash

Your whispers so clear in my ears

It's okay to feel in the past

Cry all you want, I'm here

None was your fault

Your voice, a balm to my depressed past

As you promise to always be there

Reminding me none of it was my fault.

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