Whispers of Time
Oluwagbemisola O. Lawal@oluwagbemisolaolawal666582
10 months ago
#poetry
In the chill of December, what does January seek?
Is it a glimpse of the future, or a memory grown bleak?
Why do we sense the past in the present's gentle sway,
As if time were a river, flowing in a mysterious way?
Why do we find virgins in a maternity ward,
Where new life begins, and innocence is adored?
Is it a paradox, a riddle of life's design,
Or a reminder that purity and love intertwine?
What secrets does the wind carry from distant lands,
Whispering tales of forgotten empires and ancient sands?
Do the echoes of history linger in the air,
A haunting reminder that nothing truly disappears?
Why do our worries multiply like shadows at dusk,
When the day fades away, and darkness is a must?
Do they dance in our minds, casting doubt and fear,
Or are they guiding us to truths we hold dear?
Questions and worries, like stars in the night,
Illuminate the mysteries hidden from sight.
They lead us to ponder, to seek and explore,
The enigmas of life that we cannot ignore.
Oluwagbemisola O. Lawal
