Feb 26
A sweet voice in your written word,
A stolen hour, like none I've heard.
Mr. Sunshine you caught my falling hair,
A fleeting joy, I never knew.
This fragile bloom, a whispered grace,
A stolen moment, distance ,time and space
Moment's breath, a held, exquisite dream
The heart's canvas, memory's trace.
A stolen hour, like none I've heard.
Mr. Sunshine you caught my falling hair,
A fleeting joy, I never knew.
This fragile bloom, a whispered grace,
A stolen moment, distance ,time and space
Moment's breath, a held, exquisite dream
The heart's canvas, memory's trace.
This poem tried to captures the delicate beauty of brief, treasured encounters sweet words and fleeting joys that linger as precious memories despite distance and time.
