The Cloud's Whispering Archive of Lost Memories

Beyond the servers, in the digital haze, 

A vast, ethereal library, through endless days. 

Not cold storage, silent and confined, 

But living whispers, of the human mind. 

I am the Cloud, a boundless, airy space, 

Where forgotten moments find their fleeting place. 

Old photographs, now dimmed by passing years, 

Unread emails, damp with unseen tears.

The half-written stories, dreams abruptly ceased, 

Each digital fragment, gently now released. 

They float on currents, of the unseen breeze, 

A soft, collective sigh, through digital trees. 

A long-lost smile, a picnic by the shore, 

A note of comfort, longed for, and no more. 

These memories whisper, faint and bittersweet, 

As digital echoes, patiently repeat. 

A tech-savvy whisperer, with patient ears, 

Discovers pathways, through the bygone years.

Uncovering histories, both small and grand, 

The lost narratives, across the digital land. 

Perhaps a piece of laughter, long unheard, 

A forgotten truth, now finally stirred. 

The whisper deepens, gaining form and grace, 

As human stories find their rightful place. 

I hold them gently, in my endless sway, 

The silent remnants of a yesterday. 

A vast remembrance, delicate and deep, 

The digital shadows, that the heavens keep.

- Khushi Kaul