Unstolen Memories

Ode to the Unstolen Memory

I.
Under the mind’s vast dome, a sacred vault,
Housing our memories, where petrichor assaults,
Unscathed by earthly trials, it’s our heartfelt waltz,
A timeless dance to the rhythm of life’s pulse.
II.
Homes may crumble, jobs may fade,
Families part, and freedoms evade,
Yet, within us, a wealth unswayed,
The scent of memories, ever parades.
III.
Locked in silence, stripped of rights,
In the darkest cell, amid the coldest nights,
Still, the memory ignites,
Petrichor whispers of past delights.
Unstolen Memory
IV.
Invisible threads, finely spun,
Linking moments, one by one,
Petrichor trails where life has run,
Unstolen by time, by man, by none.
V.
Yet, even the strongest minds grow frail,
And memories, like ghosts, grow pale,
The scent of past, a faded trail,
In the labyrinth of mind, they wail.
VI.
Yet, these precious echoes of our past,
In the heart’s petrichor, they’re vast,
A testament to time, unsurpassed,
In memories, our anchors cast.
VII.
In this dance, time takes its toll,
Yet memories persist, an undying soul.
Yet beware, for even the strongest stronghold
May waver, like twilight’s last glowing coal