Poetry / To...

Across the canvas of life,
what patterns have we drawn
with the brush of our hearts?
Under the immense sky,
have any tiny sparks we made
warmed the hearts of some?

When wrinkles have adorned our faces
like broken railway tracks where memories wander,
shall we be wiser, kinder, and understand life better?
When our eyes have grown dimmer,
shall we see things clearer and further?

Will our souls feel so light
when the end of life is near?
Shall we learn from the wind
blowing on its lone journey
from time immemorial to time infinite?

When the wind has passed,
will the music of its poems
still sing in someone’s dream?
One day when we are gone,
will the beauty of the patterns
imprinted by our love stay on?

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