Warm eyes turned cold,

the spring in my heart froze.

A cold cruel storm, shattered my flowers,

which I watered with joyful showers.

The petals of blossoms torn apart,

Remind me of the days I thought it would last.

Alas!

It was all a farce!

Seek no spring bruised heart,

For springs never, forever last.

It never brings solace,

leaves nothing but an empty space.

So, heal heart, heal,

despite all what you feel,

dispel the remnants you wish to seal.

Memory, please!

Hold back your reel…

Penned By: Rtr. Rishini Bandaranayake (Editorial Member 2021-22)

Edited and published by: RACSLIIT Editorial Team 2021-22