Tide of Time
Memories flowing, against the tide of time slowly, closed eyes, I capture all thoughts, what was, when roses were fresh on the vine of sweet love.
Laughter bursting like sunlight, running through the park, those were the days of wine and roses, days when love lingered softly, in the summer of surrender.
Enchanted by the glow, love appeared like a dream, not a reality, yet when I close my eyes, I find, it was only a dream, nothing could have been so perfect.
Now I lay emotionless, a new time when roses fall gently, their beauty soon will be another memory, and another rose shall take its place among the wilted ones, their fragrance filling the air, where once romance dazzled two hearts in love.
Memories flowed softly against the tide of time, kissing what was goodbye.
(Was a time of warmth and passion)
(Poem from my 'Hearts Expression' Collection)
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