A Grace Of Oblivion
Broken old songs are murmuring their selves there inside my mind
Since centuries they exist there
Inside my soul are rendering woes of love and their longings are there
Ah old songs you're like my heart you keep memories inside no matter how old they are
Still old old friends and their memories eternally exist there
They are so honorable my precious antique temples
Since long long centuries are existing there
With them I used to live because when I love I believe
I believe and I give bunches of love without thinking that human beings love is treacherous in whiles forgets deserts hearts
But I'm the one who does not has the grace of oblivion
May deliberately I never wanted to lose them
Every friendship has a place and its value with nothing would be compared or changed
Though they forget and walk away but their memories are hidden tight there
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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