Dewy Memories Poem by shaina quereshi

Dewy Memories



Dewy Memories




The sheen of the dew on the winter grass,
Reminds me of those happy fun filled moments of mirth.
Those moments gleaming with joy,
Still stays afresh in my heart...

So what if you are gone...

Every memory of yours is,
As unflickering as the flame in the temple,
When a devout offers his prayers.

So what if you are gone...

Every memory of yours is,
Carefully locked in the chambers of my heart,
Like a miser locks away his precious money.
Indeed I am a miser.
I am a miser of those precious memories of yours.
Those memories will never be recreated.

It is because you are gone...

I know you will never return again.
No other memory will ever be created again.

I know these special memories of yours are few...
I know when I'll open my eyes this winter morning,
You won't be there.
You are gone...

I know these special memories are few,
And you are gone like the winter day's dew.
The sheen of those sweet memories are lost forever.

Whatever remains of you is very few.
Life has moved on.
The summer is here and,
You are gone like the winter day's dew.

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