LOST SPRING

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.