WHISPERS OF HOPE

On a distant shore, where waters gently sway,

Three women stood, hearts yearning, come what may.

Amidst the picturesque scene, where windmills spun,

They awaited loved ones, their battles fought and won.

An air of anticipation filled the tranquil air,

As the women's eyes searched, hope and worry they share.

In the distance, a boat sailed on the horizon's line,

Bringing tales of valour and heroes' noble shine.

Yet, uncertainty lingered, like a shadow in their hearts,

For war's cruel grip could tear loved ones apart.

Would they return, these warriors brave and true,

Or would fate's hand bring sorrow they never knew?

The wind whispered secrets, carried their silent plea,

As the windmill's blades turned, echoing their anxiety.

In that poignant moment, time stood still,

As emotions surged, a mixture of hope and chill.

With each passing second, their emotions swelled,

Praying for news of those they cherished and held.

The picturesque backdrop painted a bittersweet scene,

Beauty and worry entwined, amidst the serene.

United by love, these women stood their ground,

Strength and resilience in their hearts were found.

The wind carried their prayers, whispered to the sky,

As they clung to hope, refusing to say goodbye.

For in that moment, their stories intertwined,

Bound by love, their spirits forever aligned.

The windmill bore witness to their unwavering might,

As they faced the unknown, bathed in hope's light.

In the embrace of nature, they sought solace and grace,

As their loved ones' return painted a smile on their face.

The wind whispered their hopes, carried on the breeze,

As they stood by the shore, hearts filled with unease.