Many a summers we'd spent together,
Sat beside each other
Hands held together
Glinting white of the diamond
Ring caught in the light of a summer's sun.
Those hands weathered the course of time
Showing days of love through every clime
The two became three pairs
That clutched
Till the little bird left
In search of his own nest
The hands now stay still no more
A rattling tea cup
A testament to time,
Weak ,feeble, wrinkled
Hands that never
lose their grip
Intertwined
fingers that weather;
immortalize time.
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When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
