I can hear the wind chimes clinking,
the cool breeze blows away that lose strand of lock.
There is an old melody in the background,
the flora seems to be dancing with the wind.
An old couple is walking hand in hand,
the love as warm as the chill in the wind.
It might or might not rain,
but your reminiscence is for sure.
The melody might fade away,
but your face is getting lucid for sure.
The old couple might or might not rush inside,
but the thought of growing old with you is for sure.
She couldn’t tell all this on his face,
so she spilled everything on an old photograph.
Great poetry!
Thank you !