The Echoes Of Yesterday
At dawn a caravan of forgotten days come by, As spectral images, or like shadows creep. This unjaded heart pens down a new lullaby, Whilst flowers slumber, and the dark winds weep. In verse I seek former days, a soothing balm, For wounds that age and sorrow leave behind. A flowing stream, that stills each inner qualm, And mystic rhymes ease my troubled mind. Time may scoff, and tongues of malice sting, No horror I hold, nor heed their idle scorn. From heart's clear pane, I hear life's offerings, Each moment prized, though trials be new born. For moments granted, humbly I do implore, To share the sorrow my heart can bear no more. ©Affaq