Poetry – 1
In verdant fields of memory's grace,
A mother's love finds sacred space.
Her heart's embrace, a gentle plea,
"What do you truly wish to see?"
Her eyes, a mirror to the past,
Reflecting bonds meant to last.
Yet children drift like autumn leaves,
Forgetting roots, while parent grieves.
Her wisdom speaks in soft, kind tones,
Of love that's sewn in tender homes.
Spend moments rich with time and care,
A bond that time can ne'er impair.
Keep treasures safe for your own need,
Let independence be your creed.
Teach children love through deeds, not gold,
In hearts, the truest tales unfold.
In homes where elders linger long,
Their spirits crave a loving song.
Spend time, share smiles, engage their mind,
In kindness, joy, and peace you'll find.
For in the end, love's sacred tree,
Bears fruits of true felicity.
Sow seeds of love, watch them grow,
In hearts, the purest rivers flow.
Poetry – 2
Though darkness claims her sight's sweet grace,
Her mind still roams in Nature's place.
In dreams, the valley's hues unfold,
Her soul, with colors, softly bold.
No longer greens or reds to see,
Yet memories bloom, wild and free.
Her inner eye paints skies anew,
With whispered shades of morning dew.
Though acid's touch has veiled her eyes,
Her heart still basks in twilight skies.
In every breath, a world reborn,
Through memories, her soul adorns.
Poetry – 3
In realms of ink, where shadows dance,
Eyes hold the gaze in timeless trance.
Windows to the soul’s deep sea,
In every verse, a mystery.
They speak of love, of sorrow’s tide,
In silent glances, truths confide.
A poet’s muse, a canvas bright,
Eyes sketch the world in hues of light.
Each blink a sonnet, gaze a song,
In eyes, the heart’s desires belong.
In poetry, their depths unfold,
A universe in sight, untold.
Poetry – 4
In whispers lost, your voice I seek,
A language soft, but hearts still weak.
Words once bloomed now fade away,
In silent dusk, where shadows play.
Your touch, a ghost in twilight's veil,
A love misplaced, a ship set sail.
Eyes that spoke in silent tone,
Now echo in this heart of stone.
Translations fail, and meanings break,
A bridge unbuilt, a heart's mistake.
In foreign lands, our love's despair,
A tale of loss, suspended air.
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