The poetry of life version one. I will share a poem to the steemian about a title that is.

MEMORABLE

At the end of twilight it's as if you return,
the Wait for the hearts
of lonely this feels like the wings are broken
but want to fight to pursue the rainbow in the eastern horizon.

At the end of twilight that thou hast gone,
In the shadow of this lonely as a heart screaming to the rebellious turmoil of despair.

The shadow of the sirna has now totally gone,

The Memories that always happen again,
In a perfect dream of playing longs in the serene

A deep sadness in the story the tone of the poem, I say thank you for reading my poems.