Echoes of the Heart
A poem about love, loss, and the quiet strength of memories.
Poem:
In the stillness of the evening glow,
Where the quiet winds softly blow,
I sit alone, my heart embraced,
By echoes of a love once traced.
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Your laughter lingers in the air,
A melody beyond compare.
Your touch, a warmth I cannot find,
Yet lives within my heart and mind.
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The sunsets we once shared as two,
Now paint the sky in shades of blue.
Though time may steal what once was near,
Your presence whispers, ever clear.
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In every leaf, in every breeze,
In morning light, in rustling trees,
Your memory blooms, a gentle art,
Forever etched within my heart.
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So here I stand, though miles apart,
Bound by echoes of the heart.
For love, though fleeting, leaves behind,
An eternal flame, a thread entwined.
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Closing Thoughts:
This poem is a reflection of how love transcends time, staying alive in the quiet corners of our hearts. It is a tribute to those we hold dear, whose presence remains even when they are no longer with us.
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This is very deep, and a lot of emotions filled up in this piece! Great work ✨
A masterpiece of imagery and emotion.