Perfume of memories

In the glisten of the sapphire hourglass,

The amber sand bats its eyelashes once again.

A pearl tear rolls down the hyaline walls,

But a glimpse of a smile still persists.

In the pages of this book called ”life”,

We keep adding photographs each and every day.

An ink tear rolls down the lines and frames

And enriches the perfume of memories.

Author's Note

Now that we stepped toghether in 2019, I have wish you all a Happy New Year! :) This poem is my gift for you as a token of appreciation for all the support that you offered me since I have joined this site. I am very grateful for your kind words and for every advice, because you help me grow as a writer and motivate me to keep going of the path of art. Your writings inspire me and make me joyful because I know that there are many people who love to share the magic of language. I love you all! Peace, patience, strength and blessings.
~Lyla

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, even the bad, painful memories enrich the perfume of memories...i think we experience the bad to write the good...and then flip the hourglass over to write about the bad to experience the good.
j.

[LylaCrystal]

Thank you very much

[wordman]

memories of life in an album ,or hanging on the wall,and tucked away in your heart

[LylaCrystal]

Your review inspired me to write another poem. Thank you very much for the kind words and for the inspiration :)

[wordman]

you`re welcome

[wordman]

glad i inspired you

[Ana B.]

Beautifully melancholic dear writer. Ruffling those pages of life is always bittersweet, lovely done :)

[LylaCrystal]

Looking back in the past is bittersweet, indeed, but it can also be a memento of hwo much we have grown. Thank you for the kind words :)

[Crosby Idasa]

This write is nice, this line interest me; In the pages of this book called ”life”,
We keep adding photographs each and every day.

[LylaCrystal]

Thank you very much