Random poem
Old photograghs in boxes tucked away
Hold laughters, memories, pain, love
Whispers of promises once held onto dearly
Laughters that were true and unforgettable
In the quietness of fading light
The beauty of brightness is missed
Lost in the wonders of silent dreams
Hope is built even on decay log
The scents of rain on parched and thirty ground
The dust lost her beauty to it's wetness
Tiny seed pushing upward for a chance to grow
In the face of lost hope, a new hope is found
The wind whispers secrets through the leaves
They dance around to every news
A sweet refrain as they waver in it's melody
Unknowing to them, the wind plots for end
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I liked the way you've woven together the themes of memory, hope, and the cyclical nature of life. The imagery is rich and evocative, and the language is beautiful and expressive. The poem has a soothing quality to it, like a gentle breeze on a summer day.
Thank you. I'm glad you liked the poem