18th September

 The morning breaks with a golden hue,

A sky painted in endless blue.

Birds whisper secrets to the dawn,

And memories linger, though time has gone.

The breeze carries stories untold,

Of laughter, sorrow, hearts once bold.

Footsteps echo on the old stone street,

Where past and present silently meet.

18 September, a day of light,

Yet shadows linger from the night.

Moments etched in fragile glass,

Fading slowly, they never pass.

A child’s laughter, a mother’s gaze,

Sunsets that set the heart ablaze.

Every sigh and every tear,

Marks a journey through love and fear.

Leaves fall gently, a rustling song,

Reminding us where we belong.

The river hums a tender tune,

Reflecting the silver eye of the moon.

Time moves softly, yet it flies,

Painting truths in quiet skies.

We hold the past, we dream ahead,

On paths where fleeting angels tread.

Candles flicker in the evening’s hush,

Shadows of moments in a gentle rush.

We write our stories, word by word,

Hoping someday they will be heard.

18 September, a gentle plea,

To cherish what was, and what will be.

To hold close those who walk our way,

And find the light in each new day.

Though seasons change and years may fade,

The love we give will never trade.

So on this day, we pause, reflect,

And gather memories to protect.

In every heartbeat, every sigh,

In every tear we let slip by,

18 September whispers still,

A song of life, of love, of will.