Sagas of Enduring Strife

Lasting memories are verse of a moonlit storm Innermost emotions melting in pages, unplanned Forgotten life whispers with gentle voices, warm Easing the torments of life, with a healing sound Stories are ashes; the anger of loss and pain mystic dream blossoms, alive, yet unspoken Young souls, in need of memories to retain Strive in fortitude through vigilance, unbroken. Time gets frozen, caught up in immortal song Eternal bliss of morning sun kisses your face Reveries of dreams guide me to be headstrong In poems, a journey begins, to embrace Eloquence, a tying knot in threads of life Surrealism, in sagas of enduring strife.