• preethamkj 23w

    A trip around the memory
    Where once filled the joy of being together
    Now it was path to be travelled alone
    Reasons and words split the world apart
    Only to be filled with guilt and empathy
    Once where all flowers came alive in spring
    Only thing left there was
    Gifts that turned into souveniers
    A chance of true love had washed away
    Unless the waves can wash them back
    The footsteps on sand dunes
    Are the only thing left to wander
    For this soul