Love's scent lingers, embraced by memory
long after petals have fallen, fading into Autumn's glory.
Once heard, the words cannot be unspoken
or diminished by the brutality of Time's passing glance.
Far beyond the horizon,
wildflowers bloom unceasingly, ignoring Winter's drift.
They stand tall in their secret moments,
swaying under sunlight, guarded by the moon.
Say what you will; I know Love lives
across the sea, far from ravaging tides ~
in luminous shells, I listen to its echo
resounding, only a heartbeat away...








Thank you for pointing out what I'd overlooked; I pulled the line breaks together & made it only 12 lines. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Be well, Poet. 









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