A memory of days gone by

The kite, ensnared and motionless,
Caught in the jacaranda tree’s grip,
Amidst the spring’s vibrant blossom,
Frozen in this moment, time’s slip.

Beneath, a non-functioning fountain,
A rusted testament to days gone by,
Its silence speaks of memories once certain,
Now lost to the ebb and flow of time’s tide.

Here, a stillness lingers in the air,
As the kite and tree hold their embrace,
A snapshot of beauty and despair,
A moment captured in nature’s grace.

– Mahesh Mali

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