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cristian-orellana Cristian Orellana

A short poem on the yearnings of a forgotten love.


Poetry Not for children under 13.

#time #forgetfulness #lost #missing
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I dreamt I had forgotten you,
and lost you in the mist of slumber.
Darkened eons did pass us then.

Forgetful I still longed for you,
in nameless shapes and faded colors.
Nor finding light, nor finding friend.

My final day, I did awake,
a body on a death bed, fading.
A quiet room, a tethered brain.

Your smile and light I recognized,
unconsolable I cried, now dying.
For all too late I knew your name.


Aug. 16, 2016, 1:47 p.m. 0 Report Embed 2
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Meet the author

Cristian Orellana In search of sanity and peace. I write short poems, they give me solace and happiness. Rather dark and cryptic, I do hope they connect with someone. I am an amateur writer, and I hope to improve the more I write and learn. Thank you for reading. I also do some instagraming, look for me as @chirimantecman.

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