Whispers of Time
The wind carries whispers, soft and low,
Through fields where memories gently grow.
A fleeting sun, a fleeting sky,
Life’s moments pass, a whispered sigh.
Yet in the quiet, hearts still sing,
Of love, of hope, of everything.
For though the days may fade and blur,
The soul remains, a quiet stir.
©Santanu Jana
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