Old days
Those days still remain in my memories
soaked in the intoxicating scent of fresh roses,
like bloodshot petals,
those days are alive
in my remaining memories
in the deepening darkness
of the fading evening, Only near me
The crumpled sheet spread on the cot
a pillow with an old scent,
some medicines lying at the headboard
the old scent emanating from my aging hair
my dull eyes
which are now incapable of seeing anything in this room
My youthful skin
which you used to compare
to the redness of the rising sun
is now filled with thick wrinkles
my body, devoid of energy and beauty
still remain in my memories
those days of fresh roses Like petals
Flushing with fragrance,
Those days soaked with your love
Like the wings of a colorful dove
Those days flying in the breeze
In the silence of the fading evening
From the blue, star-studded sky
Like a suddenly falling star
Come before me
You...coming out of my memories
In the evening twilight
Recognize me
Do you remember...those days...
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 😊🙏 @vikbuddy
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