Sam Chhim

Nov 15, 2007 at 02:16 o\clock

note to self

I wanted to be the breath of fresh air,
When everything smelled so insincere.
But this taste still lingers in my mouth,
Deceit has ways of sticking around.
And I'm ready to disappear,
Vacation seems far... seems far from here.

..................................

I can feel my mind,
wandering again.
Into where I dont know..

Nov 15, 2007 at 02:08 o\clock

Forget-me-not


 
 
  Forget me not in years ahead
For I will still be there
My blooms again I shall shed
Throughout the summer years

Forget me not, azure I unfold
The colours of heaven so clear
In spring again my blooms you hold
Of sky blue fairest and dear

(.........................myosotis)

Peter S. Quinn