Path Paved Memories
Hand in hand, we walked the lane,
Through paths paved with autumn's grace.
Leaves fell like whispers, soft refrain,
Memories etched, time couldn’t erase.
The sun cast shadows, long and lean,
Our laughter danced upon the breeze.
In every step, a moment seen,
A fleeting pause, a gentle tease.
We traced the paths of yesteryears,
Where secrets shared beneath the trees.
With every stride, we quelled our fears,
In silent joy, in subtle ease.
The bench where we would sit and talk,
Still bears the mark of tender sighs.
Our hearts would race with every walk,
Beneath the canvas of the skies.
Now alone, I tread these ways,
The echoes of your voice remain.
In every corner, past relays,
A love that lingered, free from pain.
Each rustling leaf, a whispered note,
Of times when we were side by side.
In solitude, my thoughts will float,
On memories where dreams reside.
The paths we walked, now bittersweet,
A testament to days gone by.
Yet still, in dreams, our hearts will meet,
Beneath the autumn’s endless sky.
In every step, a silent prayer,
That someday we might find anew,
Our paths converge, a love so rare,
In the echoes of the park we knew.
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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.
