POEM
You were gold for me.
You were jewelry to me.
You were dream of me.
You were gold to me once only.
But today you are run from my heart.
You are missing from my tears.
You are forgotten by my eyes and mind.
You are at he distance of my kind heart.
You were special once.
But now you are forgotten completely.
My world runs to visit my own universe.
Your universe was dream for me once.
Now my universe is artistic and philosophical.
You were dream of fake memory.
Golden memory of yours is dried now.
My artistic memory is living and eternal now.
My love line is not fake.
But yours is fake and dreadful.
That you are lost in my memory.
And I am living with my golden branch of art and artistic beauty.
Now I am living with golden memory of my philosophical art.
