Echoes Of Memories Poem by Joseph Sakyiamah

Echoes Of Memories

Like fine wine, refined with time,
Given a heart that beats rhyme,
I beautifully confess, I'm lost in love,
Like dusty gold, I've polished my soul,
Becoming its goldsmith, making me whole,
Enchanted by her essence, her will to thrive.

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