The intangible, immortal memories
touch in the silent solitude
ripple a mist to the eyes
reverberate whispered words
make one hum the tune of a forgotten song
remind frequent visits to an edifice
aromatize the withered rose kept in a book
refresh a dream in a lonesome night
relive an ephemeral moment as an eternal eon
drape around an aura of forbidden love
rekindle the flame of a flickering spark
melt the frozen relic reminiscences
carve the footprints’ impression in the heart.
Picture from Pixabay
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That’s a beautiful poem. Carve the footprint’s impression in your heart.
Well penned. Beautiful !!
Thank you so much π
Loved the imagery/ My favourite line “aromatize the withered rose kept in a book”
Thank you Geeta. Your kind words are appreciated π
Love the imagery in the poem. Memories are interesting…they can be fickle and yet make a mountain out of a molehill.
Thank you Sanch for your kind words. π