a handmade card, a labor of love,
for your birthday, a gift from above
the garden glowed, a golden delight,
as we celebrated, bathed in soft light
the cake was cut, music softly played,
a silent serenade, my heartfelt aid
i wished for joy, a skyward flight,
for happiness eternal, you and i
but memories fade, like whispers on the breeze,
the card forgotten, amidst the festivities
the presents lost, the gestures all in vain,
and i, a ghost, forever left in pain
my kindness, a mistake, it seems,
as your prints remain, within my dreams.
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Take Time To Smell The Roses
PoesiaIt's poetry, "Take time to smell the roses" when we are all busy chasing the name, fame, and dreams where we forget almost ourselves and the surrounding beautiful things to see in this chaotic life. it's to inspire all those little things and v...
