Her face

They say

First love can never

Be forgotten

I don’t know

Who are they

But her face

Is always there

In front of my sleepy eyes opening

The door of dreams

Her face is there

In the morning mist welcoming me

To a new day

Her face is there

In its teenage youth

I still remember and long.

….

April 10, 2021


© 2021 Alain de Sade

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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