Reflections of a Quiet Village

In a quiet village where time moves slow,
Thomas sits on his porch, watching the sun glow.
The sky’s hues shift, a painter’s palette,
Reflecting memories, a story to relate.

Cobblestone streets, ancient trees,
The village breathes, a living history.
Each stone, each path, a memory kept,
Thomas’s life, a journey not yet slept.

He thinks of choices, loves he lost,
Dreams unfulfilled, at great cost.
The village mirrors his past,
A tapestry woven, standing steadfast.

As the sun dips low, casting long shadows,
Thomas’s heart is filled with echoes.
Regrets weigh heavy, like stones in a well,
Yet in the quiet, he begins to tell.

Old friends gather, sharing tales of yore,
Whispers of the wind, a gentle roar.
In their stories, Thomas finds a way,
To reconcile the past, to start anew today.

The village, a place where memories are etched,
Becomes a sanctuary, a soul refreshed.
Through conversations, through the wind’s embrace,
Thomas finds peace, a redemption’s trace.

In the quiet village, where time seems slow,
Thomas learns to let his regrets go.
The past shapes the present, a timeless thread,
In reflection’s beauty, he finds his stead.

As the sun sets, the sky ablaze,
Thomas’s heart finds a place of grace.
In the village’s embrace, he sees,
Even in regret, there’s a path to peace.

- Khushi Kaul