I’m not gold that will mould

Or diamond that will break

Nor a hill that will tear

Or an ocean that will shake

 

I’m not a bird that flies high

Or stay rigid like a tree

Nor fade like a color

Or a stream flowing free

 

I’m an existence maybe replaceable

A thought that can be erased

But the impression I cast in your heart

That…forever stays!

 

Published by Mini Sigler