Whispers of Remembrance

In the dusting of the springtime's sweet scent, Thoughts of yesterday in memories spent. Whispers of remembrance, a gentle breeze, Bringing back the moments that used to please. Nature awakens, vibrant colors bloom, Painting the canvas with life's sweet perfume. In each petal's touch, a story untold, Of dreams and passions, cherished and bold. The gentle embrace of the sun's warm rays, Illuminates paths of nostalgic days. In the tapestry of time's gentle art, The echoes of love forever impart. Amidst the blossoms, beauty in the air, A symphony of moments, tender and rare. With each breath inhaled, sweet memories rise, Filling hearts with joy, as tears form in eyes. The dusting of springtime, a bittersweet song, A reminder of love that forever throngs. In scented thoughts, the past finds its own way, Enveloping our souls in its gentle sway. So let us cherish these whispers of old, In the dusting of springtime's sweet unfold. For in the memories, we find our worth, And hold onto treasures of life's sweet girth.