On the piece of paper fluttering beside,
a pen scrolls down and scribbles the time,
moments lived, cherished in mind,
like the old bottled wine!
Lines flow, joining words,
remembering instances,never wondered,
flying back to the past,
the paper still lives in the present arch!
Jotted ink goes on and on,
till it is tired and cannot walk,
recalling moments of the nostalgic past,
feeling the warmth of the flowers,
the cool breeze of the forest’s heart.
Fragrance of the treasured times,
spread out from the words that outshine,
a story,an incident, a day or an event,
the heart is laid out on the paper with full intense!