Fresh as the morning dew,
on fragrant petals of delicate hue..
Refreshing as the gentle breeze,
setting the tree leaves fluttering..
Soothing as the notes of flute,
coming from treaded routes..
Persistent as the waves of ocean blue,
crashing and re-surging anew..
Warm and enchanting as the rising sun,
making the blue sky crimson..
'Memories' and memories of days gone by,
days of cries and those of smiles..
I know i have left those days miles behind
but just as I say these lines,
their memories flood me from all around!
This is again a poem that I wrote sometime back and given the image I just pulled it out of my diary and used it here.
creative input:srk
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