Sun-bleached photos, forgotten in a dusty box,
whisper memories of laughter echoing in golden afternoons.
Fireflies, once a constellation of secrets shared beneath the twilight,
now just blurry specks on a forgotten summer night.
The air hangs heavy with a bittersweet nostalgia, like the last sip of summer wine.
Promises whispered, like ripe grapes left on the vine, unfulfilled.
We were young, hearts beating to a reckless summer rhythm,
believing endless days stretched before us, like the coastline meeting the sky.
But the season shifts, leaves turning gold, a whisper of change on the breeze.
The chill creeps in, stealing the warmth from our stolen moments.
Laughter, a fading echo on the tongue, bittersweet and poignant.
A love story unfinished, a melody left unsung.
Honeysuckle's sweetness, a fleeting memory in the air.
Names carved in the willow, a testament to youthful folly,
a love etched in time, a bittersweet ache in the heart.
August fades, a melancholic symphony of goodbyes.
A longing for those golden days by the endless summer sea.
But in the dusty corners of memory, where fireflies still dance,
flickers a stolen glance, a fleeting love, a bittersweet summer night.
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Ink and Insight
PoetryStep into 'Ink and Insight,' where words flow freely, capturing the essence of everyday moments in lyrical form. This collection explores a variety of themes, offering poems for every mood and occasion.
