Hi!!! i am making this new book just for my poetry. i will be a little inconsistent at first as my exams are going on so it might take more than 2 weeks to post them but as soon as my exams are done i will try to post again. thank u.
All the poems i...
Memories like wisps of smoke, Fleeting glimpses of what was once spoke, Fading with time, like the sun setting low, Leaving behind a bittersweet afterglow.
Like the colors of a sunset sky, Memories too will slowly die, Leaving us with only faint traces, Of a past that once held all our graces.
The mind like a fading photograph, With every passing day, a little more lost, The details blur, the edges soften, Until only a vague outline remains.
Yet, like the sun that sets each day, And rises again to light the way, New memories will form and take hold, As life's journey continues to unfold.
So let the fading memories be, A reminder of what once was seen, For though they may fade from view, They'll always remain a part of you.
In this poem, "Fading Memories," I use metaphors to convey the fragility and transience of memories, likening them to wisps of smoke, a fading photograph, and a sunset sky. The poem reflects on how memories slowly blur and soften, leaving behind only vague outlines, yet also acknowledges that new memories will be formed as life goes on.
As we navigate the journey of life, our memories play a significant role in shaping our identity and emotions. They can bring both joy and sorrow, nostalgia and longing. I hope this poem resonates with you and serves as a reminder to cherish the precious moments we have, for memories, though ephemeral, are an indelible part of who we are.
~KHWAISH
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