The soul can find.

The soul can find.


As time passes, memories fade away,
No longer spilling from tear-filled eyes.
They settle like grains of sand,
In the depths of your silent heart’s tides.

They shrink and dry, once vivid and bright,
Becoming whispers in the wind’s gentle sigh.
Once a bloom full of life and color,
Now a trace in the pages of time, grown shy.

The petals may crumble, but they linger still,
Tucked away in the folds of your mind.
What was once a flood is now a calm,
A quiet ache only the soul can find.

GR kaviyoor 
14 10 2024

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