Ashes: A Poem
Soft freshness of coffee every afternoon,
Beautiful look of her reflected eyes,
It was a delight to talk every day,
Without waiting for negative thoughts,
His soul was as pure as the air.
I hoped to believe in the dreams of flying,
He enjoyed his vice when smoking at dusk,
She was the charm of nature,
It was believed that it was perfect,
The moments were countless each night.
His advice was always the best,
Those who vanished in consciousness,
We moved the memories to the heart,
To make eternal all the moments,
Without forgetting how important we were.
Without negative thoughts,
Eternal was the time of time,
The dates were approaching,
In his agony of cancer.
I will always miss her ...
© 2018 Daniel Carrera