As I traveled through Spain and Portugal I came across a beautiful genre of music called 'Fado'. Traced back to the 1870's its a mostly tragic. Through this poem I have tried to show loss with a hint of hope always being the element to reconcile Lovers!! i hope you enjoy this!!
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Its like the breeze I can feel it but I can’t see it,
The heart thumping, the throat gulping the breath heavy and slow,
The heart thumping, the throat gulping the breath heavy and slow,
Standing on the top of a cliff the clouds showcasing the chapters that passed,
The green soothing the dry salty skin near my eyes,
The butterflies twittering like it was when we kissed...
The rocks strong and stuck like regrets,
The rainbow light, far and pretty like our lost love,
The sound of fresh gushing water waiting to take us along into a new view,
The delta pointing in two different directions..
I close my eyes to capture this picture for life ..
But once I open them its a different sight,
But once I open them its a different sight,
Time is also a traveler,
Seeking the new and untouched zones and never turning back
Seeking the new and untouched zones and never turning back
Its never purely silent..Air also has a tune
Its never really perfect ..even the flower looses its petals
Its never really perfect ..even the flower looses its petals
Its never really forever ...After day there's a new 'Knight'!!
Its never really dead..Volcanoes have a chance of erupting again
Its never really impossible...A coma patient gets motion someday
Its never really lost….love is a treasure box
Lost by one, found by another
