Under the harvest moon's soft glow,
A golden tear upon the field,
Memories bloom, like seeds we sow,
Of love once held, emotions sealed.
Whispers of laughter on the breeze,
A hand in hand, beneath the stars,
Your voice, a song that brings me peace,
Though echoed now from distant spars.
The fields stand still, a silent plea,
For seasons past, the joy we knew,
The orchard's bounty, bittersweet,
A harvest moon, a poignant hue.
The leaves descend, in graceful dance,
A fiery waltz, a crimson rain,
Like burning embers, given chance,
To rise again, to bloom again.
And though the moon may wane and wane,
And shadows lengthen, day by day,
Your love remains, a gentle flame,
To guide me on, to light my way.
About the Creator
Buzu
Verses sculpted from the heart, I'm a poet navigating emotions with ink-stained fingertips. Crafting tales that dance between reality and dreams, my words paint a symphony of feelings in the canvas of life. 📜✨ #PoetLife #Wordsmith
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