Golden Afternoons
In the heart of autumn, we’d spread our quilt,
Under trees where sunlight spilled.
A picnic for two, in the whispering glade,
Where time stood still and memories were made.
Basket brimming with treasures to share,
Homemade delights, a feast prepared.
Your laughter, a melody, sweet and bright,
Echoed in the golden light.
We'd chase the clouds in the sky above,
Talking of dreams, and whispering love.
Every smile, a silent vow,
Every touch, a here and now.
The scent of apples, fresh and sweet,
Mingled with the autumn breeze.
Leaves would fall, a gentle rain,
Each one a promise, never vain.
We'd lie back and watch the world,
As shadows danced and leaves unfurled.
In those moments, time was kind,
Leaving the world and worries behind.
The warmth of the sun, the cool of the shade,
In our secret spot, where memories stayed.
I’d trace your hand, every line,
In those days, you were mine.
As twilight fell, we’d gather our things,
To the symphony of nature’s strings.
Hand in hand, our steps in sync,
Hearts entwined, with every blink.
Now, alone, I find that place,
Hoping to glimpse your lingering trace.
The quilt’s now faded, the basket worn,
Yet in my heart, those days are reborn.
I see your smile in the setting sun,
Hear your laughter when the day is done.
And though the years have drifted by,
Those golden afternoons will never die.
In autumn’s whisper, I hear your name,
In every picnic, it’s just the same.
A sweet reminder of love’s true art,
Etched in the corners of my heart.
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365: From Me, To You
Poetry"365: From Me, To You" is a journey through the intertwined sorrows and joys of love. Each poem is a daily testament of devotion, capturing the bittersweet essence of longing, reunion, and the passage of time.
