Dancing on the Breeze
In the heart of autumn, where whispers reside,
We'd fly our kite with colors wide.
Amidst the amber leaves and cooling air,
Our hearts soared high, without a care.
You held the string with gentle grace,
A tethered joy in open space.
The kite would dance, a lively sprite,
Against the canvas of twilight.
We’d chase the wind, our laughter free,
As the kite swayed above the trees.
Every tug and pull, a shared delight,
Our spirits lifted, feather-light.
The sky would blush in hues of gold,
As stories of old were softly told.
We’d dream aloud, with the kite in flight,
A tapestry of day turned night.
Your eyes would sparkle with the sky,
Reflecting dreams, both yours and mine.
In those moments, pure and bright,
Everything felt just right.
The string, a lifeline, between us two,
In that vast expanse of autumn blue.
I’d feel your warmth in the cooling air,
Every glance, a love laid bare.
The kite would dip, then climb again,
Mirroring the love we’d pen.
In the dance of wind and string,
We found a world where hearts could sing.
Now, in solitude, I watch the sky,
With memories that will never die.
The kite's long gone, but in my heart,
Its flight remains, a work of art.
I still feel your hand, though you’re not here,
In every breeze that brings you near.
The autumn wind, a gentle guide,
Whispers of love, and of our pride.
So as I stand beneath the trees,
With falling leaves and cooling breeze,
I see our kite in every cloud,
A testament, both strong and proud.
In autumn's embrace, I find my way,
To relive those golden days.
Our kite still flies in my mind’s eye,
Forever dancing in the sky.
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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.
