Whispers of Time

Whispers of Time 

The finest memories aren’t stored or shown,
They breathe in hearts, in whispers grown.
They gleam through tears the soul has kissed,
In twilight’s hush, through golden mist.

They waltz with winds on fragrant seas,
And hide in songs of rustling trees.
They rest in gazes soft and deep,
In moonlit vows the stars still keep.

They dwell in moments time can’t bind,
In echoes left by love refined.
No screen can hold their sacred hue,
For they are lived — eternal, true.

GR kaviyoor 
28 10 2025
(Canada, Toronto)

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