In youthful springs, my laughter bloomed in light,
Beneath the budding trees I forged my dreams,
But now with autumn's chill, I face the night,
As tender hope dissolves in silent streams.
I trace the echoes of a timeless song,
Whose notes once danced on days of endless play,
Yet time, relentless, drifts where I belong,
And weaves its frost upon my fleeting day.
The winters of my age now carve deep scars,
While memories like petals softly fall,
I wander 'mid the ghosts of distant stars,
Bound by seasons' ever-changing call.
What price this fleeting march of sun and rain?
Do years unravel secrets left untold?
I question if my grief may not be vain,
As time, a phantom, steals the life I hold.
Still, in twilight's realm my wonder thrives,
My questions are unanswered and alone,
like those of a thousand different lives,
We all wonder why we must leave our youthful home.
A beautiful poem depicting life's journey. So wonderfully expressed. ' Beneath the budding trees I forged my dreams'. Amazing line from a great poem.
Simply great! That's all I have to say after being left speechless after reading this great, great Poem!
Revisiting this wonderful poem embellished with beautiful poetic expressions, great images and nice rhyme. A well crafted poem
Breathtakingly beautiful! .. And even that is an understatement! .. Endless Endless 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Grandma always said, Stay young in heart, and keep our memories close! .. : )
Beautifully sung! .. Beautifully expressed! .. Reaching straight to your readers heart! ..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another good poem. Youth IS a fleeting thing.