Upon the hillside path, I tread once more,
Where footprints of our memories still cling,
Each step retraces what we were before,
In every whisper of the wind, I sing.
Old tales we read, their pages now well-worn,
They hold the voice of her laughter sweet,
As in those words, her presence is reborn,
Our shared adventures, love's journey incomplete.
Amidst the echoes of our days gone by,
I seek a space, a heaven in her feet
To stand within her footprints, there I'll die,
Heart's warm memories , in her love's warm meet
In every footstep, tale, and quiet plea,
I find my solace, where she used to be.
YOU ARE READING
Her Volume ~ One
RomanceYou write poems, right? Ah, yes Every single day? I do, please For whom ? The girl knows But what if she doesn't read? She's reading. Aren't you? It might be just a bunch of poems to others, but it's a story to you, my 32 ❤️ Title: "Her Volume ~ One...
