Winter's Lament: A Melody of Memories
A Melody of Memories
Winter's Lament: A Melody of Memories
Upon yon hills where winter's breath doth blow,
A man of fifty, marked by time's soft flow.
He loves and fears the season's icy grasp,
For 'tis a mirror of his past, a haunting clasp.
With every gust, a whisper of the past,
A tale of dear parents, too sweet to last.
The wind, the rain, a relentless pair,
Unraveling memories, a burdensome affair.
In the heart of winter, he stands alone,
Amidst the tempest, a soul overthrown.
Their old remote house, in memory dwells,
A sanctuary of love, where nostalgia swells.
A big tree, guardian of familial embrace,
Stands sentinel, time cannot erase.
The tough breeze recalls their laughter's ring,
Yet, in the silence, echoes sorrow's sting.
His children grown, a solace profound,
Yet, in the winter's grasp, grief is found.
For the chill, the rain, the storms that bellow,
Invoke the specters of the past to follow.
A flute, a mournful melody does play,
A sand song, as memories in shadows lay.
The music weaves through time's cruel art,
An ode to love, etched on a wintered heart.
Though years may pass, and children thrive,
His parents' love, in his soul, alive.
He cannot forget, he will not sever,
The bond of love that lasts forever.
About the Creator
Muhammad Assuwarkey
I am a storyteller and a poet, navigating the complexities of existence with words. As I wander through life's landscapes, I embrace simplicity and sincerity, eagerly awaiting the final chapter of my own story.
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