Whispers In The Wind Poem by Maia Padua

Gone are the days of morning glows
Gone are the days of sweet promises
Shade slowly covers their smiles
As the breeze carries their love, leaving a thousand sighs.

Questions fluttering in the wind,
Trying to reach beyond the starry, midnight sky,
The urge to leave that lonesome hut;
Where, promises of their love, sweetly starts.

Where did it go wrong?
Why does it have to end?
Until when, the pain remains?
Until love will come back to where it has been?

The aroma of the summer’s breeze,
Savors in the misty air
Carrying whispers in the wind,
Promise a new love, a new dawn
A love returning home

The whispers of yesterday
The whispers of our memories.