Tattooed Memory

April 13, 2010
By lolwu BRONZE, Williston Park, New York
lolwu BRONZE, Williston Park, New York
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I hear the sound of tears melting in a river of sadness.
The bright white clothes blind the shadow underneath.
The happiness in the photo shows all that used to be.
Behind the wall---- a sleeping body.

I hear the fire burning money.
As the coffin blinds under the Earth.
A water fall of dirt fills the hole in my heart.

As time passes…
My heart is stills burning like the Sun.
No matter When…
No matter Where…
My heart will be tattooed with the memory.

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem because the night before i wrote this poem, i dreamed about the day of my grandfather funereal. So I just wanted to show me feeling to world.

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