In the album of memories, a missing springtime,
Sunbeams lost, in the past's sweet mime.
Unbloomed flowers, a whimsical tale,
Soft breezes whisper, a nostalgic trail.
Golden days, like a cozy dream,
Spring's fragrance lingers, a subtle beam.
Cherry blossoms sigh, petals dance away,
Laughter's echoes, on the breeze they play.
Daffodils' waltz, a forgotten rhyme,
Lost spring's tune, frozen in the time.
Youthful whispers, in leaves' soft chatter,
A quiet sorrow, a heart's light patter.
Yet, in the seasons' quilt, hope finds a space,
A missing spring leaves a trace.
In memory's canvas, colors unfold,
A timeless story, where spring never grows old.
- Author: Dev parth (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 7th, 2024 07:39
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 7
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