The moments that pass by will never return,
Like the pending lovely hopes of years long gone.
Yet the keen mind continues to yearn,
For the simple anticipations that it once dwelled on.
How futile they all now seem, the forgotten dreams.
The dancing harmonies and images that use to
Cascade down like the interminable waters of rushing streams,
Have renounced the recollections that were once true.
The unforgettable scent of the purple lilac,
Beckons the beauty of the delicate past.
What once was utterly inevitable and awestruck,
Has transformed its longing into a tempestuous forecast.
The memories that torture in every flashback,
All seem to call out for a reason to turn back.
Worldly Wonder
The world of wonder signals with each earthly cycle.
The chirping of the lively birds
Fills the air with whimsical tranquility.
Stretching its arms to envelop the lands,
The sun motions nature to take charge
And transform its dullness with sheer sparkle and spirit.
Light streams in through the window,
Awakening the promises of a new day.
How lovely and enchanting are the delights of convention?
How welcoming are its alluring intricacies?
I love your poems. You seem so comfortable both in sonnet form and free verse.
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