How Beautiful
How beautiful they are
The trains we miss.
Lips that we will never kiss
Secret love
Hidden bliss
That we will never reminisce
When we are old
And dreams are sold.
Words hang on the breeze
To charm lovebirds among the trees.
That flower with an unknown scent
A fragrance that came and went
As we stood with eyes wide shut.
We bleed together without being cut.
Our memories deprived
As seeds of regret survived.
How beautiful they are
The eyes that will never see.
A harlequin of imagery.
As the deaf hear heaven's symphony
The mute will sing of being free.
So feel the drops of rain upon your tongue
When time our youth has slain
Where dew fresh hopes had clung.
poem by Kevin East
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