The memory of self.
I can still clearly remember the day it all started. The memory of it.
The fine and beautiful afternoon,
Sound of a brewing coffee,
Smells the rich aroma,
Surrounds the air,
And beautiful enchanting fountains,
With the waters dancing back and forth,
To the rhythms of the music being played for us❤️
Every moment is spent...
The fine and beautiful afternoon,
Sound of a brewing coffee,
Smells the rich aroma,
Surrounds the air,
And beautiful enchanting fountains,
With the waters dancing back and forth,
To the rhythms of the music being played for us❤️
Every moment is spent...